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Chapter 1
Tywin Lannister was not known for his patience or his caring nature. Most people thought of the words cold and cruel when attempting to describe him. He did not have time to be warm and caring, he had a region to protect and now a whole kingdom to run. His children were all a disappointment, he had tried so hard to give them bright futures and all they did was spit on them. He had made his daughter a queen, and all she did was complain and drive the kingdom to ruin. She had raised a future king to be a spoiled and cruel brat, someone who took pleasure in hurting other people. His eldest son, the one who should be taking charge of their family was happy to be a glorified guard. Following unworthy kings around and spitting on his legacy. Tyrion had been a disappointment since the day he was born, and now spent most of his time drinking and whoring. House Lannister, the house he had worked so hard for was in great peril.
Now, his stupid grandson was destroying the kingdom. The child was unworthy to be named king, or even a human being. Tywin had been shocked when listening to the reports about what his grandson had been doing. Killing one of the most important Lords in Westeros, started a war he could not afford, starving his subjects, and abusing high-born ladies under his care. Tyrion had informed him what had happened in the throne room a few days before Tywin arrived in the city. The way Joffrey had called Lady Sansa to the throne room and had the kingsguards beat her. The girl’s older sister had gotten involved, knocking one of the guards over the head. She had almost been killed before Tyrion intervened and removed both girls from the throne room. His grandson was so stupid and so was his daughter for allowing this insanity to continue. The two Stark girls were important hostages of the crown. The eldest was the key to the North, she was Robb Stark’s heir. How could his children have turned out so wrong?
There was a knock on his door before one of his red cloaks opened it and bowed to him. The knight stepped aside, allowing the girl he had been waiting for to enter the room. He had to admit the Stark girl was beautiful, even if she looked more like a Tully. She had pale skin, almost translucent, the Tully red hair and blue eyes. Her features were delicate, almost like a doll and she was pleasantly tall. Tywin frowned when he noticed what she was wearing, even from a distance he could tell the blue gown was old and was a bit small for her. He could clearly see her ankles and it was extremely tight around her tiny waist. His daughter had not even taken care of clothing her properly.
“My Lord.” Tywin was surprised by how sweet her voice sounded, almost melodic. Her curtsey was flawless and she stood tall under his scrutiny. “I was told you asked to see me.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance Lady Serena. Please sit.” He gestured to the chair across from him and waited for her to take her seat. Even her movements were graceful, she had been raised as the perfect lady. “I have called you here to discuss the matter of your betrothal. Since you are now under the care of the crown it has fallen to us to find a proper suitor for you.”
“That duty has fallen to my brother Robb.” Tywin’s eyes narrowed as she contradicted him without batting an eyelash. Her smile was pleasant as she looked him in the eye. “By law, the duty of finding me a husband has fallen to my eldest male relative. Which in this case is my brother Robb, who is the new Lord Stark.”
“He is also a traitor to the crown.” Tywin’s voice was sharper this time, but the girl sitting across from him did not bat an eyelash. “You had your sixteen name day a moon ago, which means you are of age and need to wed someone loyal to the crown.”
“And who would that be?” Tywin’s eyes narrowed at the tone in her voice. She was not the least intimidated by him. “Because I imagine that it will also have to be someone loyal to House Lannister. Or maybe you are planning to wed me into your house directly?”
“You should be pleased, since your family are traitors you should be wedded to a minor lord.” Her expression did not change, she looked amused. “I could marry you to a simple knight and be done with it.”
“But then you would lose the North.” It irked him that she was right and that she was not scared. His daughter and grandson were idiots and had been very wrong about her. There was nothing stupid about this girl, he could see the intelligence in her eyes. “That is what you want, after all, a tie to an old powerful house.”
“Your family has been named traitors, which means that your lands and titles will be forfeited once your brother loses the war.”
“If he loses the war.” Tywin felt his eye twitch at her insolence. “From what I heard, my brother has not lost a battle yet. While your troops keep chasing their tails. And even if my brother were to lose the war, only a Stark could rule the north. My two youngest brothers are dead, you need me for whatever plans you are thinking of.”
“I can see you think highly of yourself.” What he hated the most was that she was right. She knew her worth and that was something he had not counted on. He had expected a cowardly girl, who was too stupid to know better. Instead, he was facing a wolf who would not be beaten into submission. He did not have time to play games with her. “You will wed Tyrion in a fortnight.”
“I do not think so.” Tywin’s hands tightened around the quill he had been using and glared at the girl. She just sat there poised and regal as if she were a queen. “Like I have said before I am my brother’s heir. I am a descendant of the kings of winter, my bloodline goes back eight thousand years. There is no one more appropriate for your house than me or my sister, but she is too young still. I also have ties to the Riverlands and the Vale, and there is the small fact that no one has ever questioned my parentage. While the same cannot be said for certain members of your family.”
“I will advise you to tread carefully, my lady.”
“This is no new information, my lord. I am merely repeating what most people here think and whisper when they believe no one is listening.” Tywin should have known better than to listen to his daughter. Cersei did not know who she had under her roof for so many years. “Everyone knows that you will never allow your youngest son to inherit anything, which is why he would not be a suitable husband for me. Then there is your son Jaime, who while he has proven to be able to bear children, is unable to wed because of his position as a member of the Kingsguard.”
“Be careful girl.” Tywin would have killed her if he could. “You should know better than to repeat the slanders you hear.”
“You should know that rumors can be more damaging than the truth. After all, it was the rumors of your two eldest children's love affair that started a war. Everyone in the seven kingdoms is questioning where Joffrey should be the one sitting on the throne. Questioning if he is even a Baratheon. The truth does not matter any longer, even if we both know what it is. Because thanks to that rumor the realm was plunged into war and people will now forever question the legitimacy of your legacy.” She was lucky he did not hit women because right now he wanted to feel her neck under his hands more than anything. What bothered him the most was that she was speaking the truth. “Your house needs someone like me to bring forth a new generation of Lannisters, children whose legitimacy cannot be questioned. That cannot happen if I wed Tyrion.”
Tywin sat back thinking about what she had said, knowing that she spoke the truth. They were not even sure that Tyrion was capable of siring children. Jaime could not wed because he was a member of the Kingsguard and he was lost to him at this time. Tywin had no idea where his eldest son was. He could not trust Serena with any of the Lannister cousins. The girl was right, she was capable of bringing forth a new generation of Lannisters. She could save his house, and give him legitimate heirs. Tywin looked at her for a few minutes, knowing that there was no other choice. He had hoped it would not come to this but now could see that there was no other option. He could not allow this girl to fall into someone else’s hands, it would be like giving away the North.
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
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Serena tightened her hands around the wool of her gown, thankful that the desk covered it. She did not want the lord to see how nervous she was, how intimidating he was. She had seen Tywin Lannister once after he saved the city from Stannis’s troops. She had been in the back of the throne room when he entered and she had seen the look in Joffrey’s eyes. The king was afraid of his grandsire, and Tywin Lannister was a king, he did not need a crown for everyone to know he was the one in charge. As soon as Serena saw him she knew that he was the only one who could protect her and her sister. Joffrey and Cersei hated them and they enjoyed humiliating both girls. Joffrey always took it one step further, humiliating and hurting Sansa physically. Serena had intervened a few times, but most times Joffrey did things when she was not present. Other times he would have the Kingsguards restrain her while another beat Sansa.
Serena could not stand the pain in her sister’s eyes, she needed to put a strong enough barrier between Joffrey, Cersei, and them. Tywin was that barrier, but she would have to convince him to wed her first. When the king had visited Winterfell her father had been talking about a betrothal between one of the Manderlys and Serena. The King had chosen to betroth Sansa and Joffrey. Then Serena’s betrothed had died during a fight with some of the free folk that had snuck past the wall. Serena was sorry for the Manderlys, but she could not be sad. She had never met her betrothed. Her father had wanted to wait before introducing them since Serena was not of age. Then her father had been named hand and the decision had been made for Serena to travel south with her father and sisters.
The moment she had been told Tywin Lannister wanted to meet with her, she knew exactly what she was after. He was going to wed her to a Lannister, it did not take much for her to work out who he had chosen. Tywin was smart enough not to give the North to the extended family, he would want to keep her in his direct family line. Jaime was not a choice due to him being lost and a Kingsguard. There was also the fact that Jaime had been the one to push Bran off the broken tower and there was no way Serena would ever wed him. Which only left Tyrion, since Tywin did not see himself as a choice. Serena did not have anything against the dwarf, not even the fact that he was a dwarf. Tyrion Lannister was funny and incredibly smart, but he could not protect her or her sister. Which only left Tywin, the lord of Casterly Rock, and the hand of the King.
Serena knew better than to put the idea to him directly, she could not show her hand too soon. If she made the request she knew the lord would attempt to find another solution, which would mean precious time. Time Serena did not have, she had seen the way Joffrey looked at Sansa. The boy would not wait too long before attempting to bed her sister and Serena would never allow that to happen. She would kill that stupid idiot first, even if that meant her execution. So she just stayed silent, waiting for Tywin Lannister to realize the only option left was him. It did not take too long.
“If you are unable to wed any of my sons, then the only option left is myself.” Tywin looked like he would rather do anything else. “We would have to wed so that way you could not be taken advantage of.”
“I will agree to wed you, but I have a few conditions.” She resisted the urge to snort like she was stupid enough not to realize he was the one taking advantage of her. “I will need some assurances first.”
“Assurances?” He spat out the word like it was dirty. “You would be marrying into one of the greatest houses in the seven kingdoms. You will become Lady of Casterly Rock and the West. I would think that is assurance enough.”
“You would think so, but it is not.” Serena steeled herself, she could not appear weak. Tywin Lannister would detect the minimal amount of weakness and pounce on it like a hungry lion, tearing her apart. She would not allow that to happen. “I will need you to guarantee my sister’s safety also. Sansa will be moved into the Tower of the Hand and she will be given protection. No one will be allowed to abuse her or make decisions about her life without consulting me. I will have the final say over my sister’s wedding.”
“I believe you have overestimated your value, my lady.”
“Perhaps, but I am related to three of the seven kingdoms. My bloodline is one of the oldest in Westeros.” Her hands tightened on her gown once more as she gave him an amused smile. “You will not find too many people that will meet your high standards unless you want to wed your children to each other.”
He glared at her, not happy with what she was saying, but knowing it was the truth. If he did not wed her, then he would lose the North and that was something he would not allow.
“I have a few decisions to make. One of my red cloaks will accompany you back to your chambers.” He stood up and Serena followed suit. “I will assign some of the red cloaks as guards for you and your sister. They will accompany both of you everywhere and stand outside of your doors while you are in your chambers. We will speak at a later date.”
“Thank you, my lord.”
Serena's curtsey was deep as she walked out of his solar, following the same guard who had retrieved her. Once she was in her chambers she leaned against the door, letting out a breath and looking at her shaking hands. She was lucky she had been able to control herself until she was on her own. She had learned a lot of things while in Kings Landing, one of her first lessons was that no one should be trusted until their loyalty had been proven. She had been witness to how people would smile to your face while stabbing you in the back. She had learned to keep her emotions in check, the more weakness you showed the more they tried to pick you apart.
“Serena.” Sansa walked from behind one of the screens, her face scared. “What did Lord Tywin say? Is he going to take you away?”
“No, everything is well.” Serena took her sister’s hands, giving her a small smile. “Lord Tywin has some decisions to make, but for now we are protected.”
“We are?” Sansa’s eyes were wide.
“Yes, he sent some of the red cloaks. They will accompany us when we walk around the castle.” Serena caressed her sister’s face. “They will stand outside our doors while we sleep.”
She could see the look of relief on Sansa’s face and hugged her. Her poor sister had been terrified of Joffrey sneaking into her chambers and raping her. Sansa had gone through so much, she had changed from the happy, trusting girl she used to be. Serena could not allow her sister to lose any more of herself. For years, Serena had waited for her brother Robb to rescue them, but her brother still was not there. When he had taken Jaime Lannister prisoner a year ago she had believed he would use the man to barter for their freedom. Instead, her brother had kept the Kingslayer as a prisoner and left Serena and Sansa trapped in this hell. If her brother would not protect them then Serena would. It did not matter what it cost her, Sansa would be safe.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
Chapter 2
Summary:
Tywin makes a decision on Serena's proposition. He also talks to Cersei and Joffrey. I hope you guys like it 🥰
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Chapter 2
Serena was awoken from her slumber by a maid walking into her chambers. She sat up on the bed, pushing her hair back and looking at the woman. The maid laid something on the day bed, before moving closer to the bed and handing her a scroll. Serena looked down at the scroll and when she lifted her head to ask the maid who had sent it, the woman was already out of the door. She broke the seal on the scroll and opened it immediately.
Lady Serena,
I have made the decision to accept your conditions and would like to discuss the particulars with you. I would prefer if this was kept a secret until we have reached a mutually beneficial agreement. I have provided a gown for you, one that fits you, and will be sending the seamstress to make you some more. I will meet with you this afternoon for the midday meal.
Tywin Lannister.
Serena wanted to scream her happiness, her eyes filled with tears as she read the small note once more. She could not believe he had accepted her conditions. She was not stupid, Tywin Lannister could have taken her any time he pleased without moving a finger. He could have taken her as a mistress and no one would have batted an eye. This meant that Sansa would be safe, and Joffrey would not be able to beat her sister any longer.
Serena got out of bed, moved to the fireplace, and threw the note into the fire. She did not want anyone to know until things had been worked out. She then moved to the day bed where the maid had placed the dress, picking it up and turning it over. It was grey, her house color and it was made of silk and lace. It was a very pretty dress and she could tell it would fit her. She had forgotten the last time she had received a new gown, it had been before her father’s death. Her old gowns had gotten shorter and tighter as the years passed and she grew. She had to let out most of her dresses and used some of the other ones to fix Sansa’s gowns.
“Serena.” Sansa ran into her chamber and Serena laid the dress back down, turning to look at her sister, who had a large smile on her face. “Lord Tywin sent me a new gown. There was a knock on my door and it was one of the red cloaks. He said that Lord Tywin had sent me a gown and would send a seamstress later today to make more.”
“That is great news.” Serena could not help but smile at Sansa’s excitement. “Here, I will help you get ready.”
Sansa gave her an excited nod, before sitting in front of the mirror, allowing Serena to brush her hair. Times like this made her miss her mother, Catelyn Stark had used to brush her hair. She had done it for Sansa also, but her mother was far away now. There was nothing she could do for them.
Serena helped Sansa dress, smiling at how well the gown fitted her sister. She braided Sansa’s hair, just the way the younger girl liked and smiled once she was done. Her sister looked beautiful like the lady she was.
Serena had one of the maids help her bathe and dress. She noticed the look on the woman’s face when she noticed the new gown. Serena did not trust any of the maids that tended to her or her sister, they had all been sent by the queen. The maids were spies, making sure both girls toed the line and did not do anything they were not supposed to do. She had the maid braid her hair, leaving only a few curls framing her face. The woman kept looking at the gown but did not ask any questions. They were well trained and even when Serena and Sansa were prisoners they were still ladies. Questioning or offending them was a serious offense.
Serena left her chambers, stopping when a dark haired man wearing the red cloaks uniform stepped in front of her. She could not help the way her hands tightened on the skirts of her gown. Her experience with knights lately had not been the best.
“My lady.” The man gave a deep bow. “I am Ser Ethan Westford. Lord Tywin sent me as your guard.”
“Thank you, Ser.” She felt better knowing that Tywin had sent him but still did not trust him fully.
She spent her morning on relatively peace, for once not worried about her sister. She saw Sansa in the gardens talking to a few ladies and later on reading. She also saw one of the red cloaks accompanying her sister. She was happy to see Tywin had kept his word. A few hours before the midday meal she and Sansa met with the seamstress. The older woman had a kind face and treated them very well, saying that Tywin had already paid her and said Sansa and Serena were to get a whole new wardrobe. The woman took their measurements and their style preference, she asked about colors and other things before finally leaving.
By the time the seamstress left Serena was exhausted, but she was supposed to meet with Tywin so she followed Ser Ethan Westford to the tower of the hand. She walked into Tywin’s solar, curtseying to the lord and sitting across from him. The table had already been set and soon after she sat down a maid appeared to serve her food. Tywin did not say anything until all the servants had left the room, closing the doors.
“I see you received the gown I sent.” He barely looked at her before nodding his head. “I am glad it fits you well.”
“Thank you, my lord.” She took a sip of water before continuing. “I also want to thank you for the seamstress you sent and the guards. I have felt much better since they have been protecting Sansa.”
“Of course, that was part of the conditions.” But she did not think he would move so fast. Tywin took a bite of his food, chewing carefully while looking at her. “You and your sister will move into the Tower of the Hand today. I have already sent servants to start packing your things. You will be free to move around the tower, but will have guards with you if you decide to leave or when attending court.”
“Of course, my lord.” They both ate quietly for a few minutes before Serena cleared her throat. “I also wanted to speak to you about something else.”
“Go ahead.” He leaned back, taking a sip of his wine.
“I wanted to speak to you about my family.” She had to stop herself from gripping the fork too tight. “More specifically my brother and my mother.”
“What about them?”
“I am well aware that the crown and the North are still at war. I also know that you have at least one plan to end the conflict.” Tywin’s eyes narrowed and Serena forced herself to look directly at him. If she looked away from him he would think it a weakness. “I would like to ask we attempt to resolve it without more bloodshed.”
“How do you know I have any plans for them?”
“My lord, you always have a plan.” Tywin Lannister did not enter any situation without having some contingency plan. “I am not stupid enough to believe you are sitting here in your tower waiting for things to sort themselves out. I would just ask that you attempt to speak to my brother before resorting to killing the few family members I have left.”
“Your brother is in open rebellion.”
“Because your grandson murdered my father.” Serena snapped at Tywin, refusing to back down. “Did you truly believe my brother would just stay quietly away after such an injustice?”
“Your father committed treason!”
“My father spoke the truth!” They both glared at each other, neither of them backing down. Serena shook her head. “He was merciful, he told your daughter he was going to tell the king before he did and gave her time to take her children and leave. Once the king died he told the guards not to hurt them. He wanted to do what was right and you know what he received for his mercy? He was beheaded after admitting to being a traitor to stop your daughter and grandson from hurting us.”
“I think that one of the things you need to learn if we are to wed is the fact that my family is the most important thing to me.”
“I thought your legacy was the most important thing.” Serena stabbed a piece of her ham harder than she intended.
“We will be wed and I do not want to spend most of my time in between the rest of my family and you.” He made her sound like a child who was having a tantrum. “You will be my wife and I will make sure that my family shows you respect, but I expect the same thing from you.”
“I do not care what your family does.” She was happy if Cersei and Joffrey stayed away from her and her sister. “As long as they stay away from my sister.”
“Your sister will be safe.” He frowned, not pleased that she would question his ability to keep her safe. “I already told you, there should be no problems as long as you perform all your wifely duties.”
“You do not have to worry about it.” Serena took a bite of her ham. “I will do everything that is expected of me.”
She knew that as long as Tywin was pleased with her she and Sansa would be protected. Maybe she would even be able to convince him to negotiate with her brother instead of continuing with this useless war. She would also need to obtain his permission to write to her brother and her mother. There was a small chance she would be able to save her family and she would attempt to do everything in her power to make sure it happened.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
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Tywin had been pleasantly surprised that his lunch with Serena had gone well. She did not feel the need to speak just to hear the sound of her own voice. When she spoke her voice was melodic and pleasant, and her questions had been precise and to the point. He also enjoyed that she did not mumble and said what was on her mind. He had not met many people who told him exactly what they were thinking, not even his children. They had been able to settle all their conditions and decided to go ahead with their betrothal. Now it was time for his daughter and Joffrey to know.
He watched as Cersei and Joffrey walked into the small council chambers. Cersei had a bored look on her face while Joffrey was attempting to look majestic. All that Tywin could see were two stupid people who did not know the first thing about ruling. Every time he saw his family he could not believe how far the Lannister name had fallen.
“I thought this was a small council meeting?” Joffrey looked around, annoyed when he did not see anyone else there. “Where is everybody?”
“This meeting is just between family.” He gestured for his daughter and grandson to sit down. “I am here to speak about Serena and Sansa Stark.”
“What about them?” Joffrey asked with a frown. “They are just some stupid girls.”
“They are the keys to the North, you fool.” Tywin glared at the stupid child who was sure he had what it took to run the kingdom. “They are noble ladies and should be treated as such.”
“They are the daughters of traitors,” Cersei said with a laugh before taking a sip of her wine. “They are not important.”
“They are the two more important women in Kings Landing right now.” His daughter did not like that idea, but Tywin was too tired to care. “I called you both here to inform you that I will be marrying Serena Stark in a fortnight.”
“WHAT?” Both Cersei and Joffrey yelled at the same time. His grandson gave him what Tywin was sure Joffrey believed was an intimidating look. “You cannot just wed her without my permission.”
“Of course I can.” Tywin narrowed his eyes until Joffrey had to look down, unable to hold his gaze any longer. “In case you two have forgotten, it is my gold and army that has been keeping you both safe and fed.” He hated how they did not care about all the sacrifices he had been making to keep them all safe. “Serena Stark is the key to the North and I will not be allowing anyone else to wed her and take something that belongs to us.”
“She is just a stupid child.” Cersei glared at him. “You cannot be thinking of replacing my mother with that whore.”
“I am not replacing your mother with anyone.” Tywin slammed his hand on the table, making both Cersei and Joffrey jump. “I need a wife since all my children have turned out to be such disappointments. I need an heir who will be capable of inheriting Casterly Rock and the Westerlands.”
“Jaime is your heir!” Cersei appeared to grow angrier and angrier. “You cannot disinherit him.”
“You seem to have forgotten that your brother decided to join the Kingsguard and gave up all his rights to inherit. There is also the fact that he refuses to wed and have children.” He looked between Cersei and Joffrey. “From now on Serena and Sansa Stark are under my protection, an attack on them will be considered an attack on me. They are being protected by my men who have strict orders to kill anyone who makes a move against them.”
“You dare to threaten me?” Joffrey’s face became purple, which Tywin found amusing. The stupid boy stood up, attempting to appear intimidating. “I am the King.”
“Anyone who says I am the king is not true king.” His words were soft, but he saw Joffrey grow even angrier and Cersei stood up and walked closer to her son. “I will wed Serena Stark and both of you will be present to witness our union. Maybe once we are wed there will be a way that I can put a stop to this war without any of us getting killed.”
Tywin stood up, letting his daughter and grandson know that their conversation was over. He had told them what would be happening and now he was done with the conversation. There was a feast that needed to be prepared and he wanted to make sure that his bride had everything she needed before she became the next Lady of Casterly Rock.
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
Chapter 3
Summary:
Sansa and Serena meet Genna Lannister. Sansa and Serena talk about what is to come the night before Serena and Tywin's wedding. I hope you guys like it 🥰
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Chapter 3
1 week later.
Serena had to stop herself from smiling as she watched Sansa talk excitedly to the seamstress. The woman had been coming more frequently since she was making Serena’s wedding gown. She had also been making a special gown for Sansa, which her sister was very excited about. Sansa had been very excited since hearing about Serena and Tywin’s wedding. Her sister was also excited since she had been able to walk around the palace without the fear of Joffrey hurting her. The red cloaks were always accompanying them any time they left the tower of the hand and no one had dared bother them.
Serena was changing back into her gown when the doors to her chambers slammed open and a blonde woman walked in. The woman was tall and pretty, she was on the heavier side, but that did not take away from her pretty face. She was wearing a red and gold gown and a lot of jewelry. The woman looked at Sansa for a moment, who was looking at her wide eyed, before turning to look at Serena. The smile that appeared on her face was a bit scary.
“I just had to meet the woman who convinced my brother to marry her.” The woman moved closer and Serena was thankful she had time to tie up her gown. “Are you not just the most beautiful thing?” Serena gave the woman a hesitant smile, which the woman returned. “I am Genna and I just wanted to meet you.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Genna.” Serena’s smile was more sincere this time around as she pulled her sister closer to her side. “This is my sister Sansa.”
“It is a pleasure.” Genna clapped her hands, before kissing Serena and Sansa’s cheeks. “You both can call Genna, we will be family soon.”
Sansa seemed a bit overwhelmed by the woman and looked at Serena like she was not sure what she was supposed to do. Serena was not sure what she was supposed to do either, while she had known she would be meeting Tywin’s siblings, she did not think that one of them would just come to her chambers uninvited.
“Genna.” All three women turned towards the voice. Tywin stood at the door with an annoyed look on his face. “I believed I told you to wait.”
“Well, you were busy and I wanted to meet my future sister.” Genna did not seem apologetic in the least. The woman gave Serena another smile. “I would enjoy it if we could have tea whenever you have time.”
“Of course, my lady.” She gave the woman another smile while looking nervously at her betrothed. “I would be honored.”
Genna nodded and left without saying anything else. Tywin moved farther into the room and signaled to the seamstress, who left quickly. Serena gave Sansa a small gesture and her sister curtseyed quickly before leaving the room.
“I apologize for my sister, she has never been one to follow instructions.” He did not seem pleased that Genna had been bothering her.
“It is not a problem, she was very nice.” A little over the top, but she was not going to say that.
Tywin just let out a humming noise before he took a curl and rubbed it between his fingers. The look he was giving her was a bit strange, it felt like he was trying to figure her out. The breath left her lungs when he ran a finger over the side of her face. A shiver ran down her back and she sucked in a breath. She was a bit confused by the way he looked at her and the way her body felt when he touched her.
Since their engagement, they had the midday meal together, unless Tywin was busy with running the kingdom. They also had supper together, but Sansa and Tyrion joined them also so they did not talk much about what would happen after the wedding. Serena was a bit nervous about her wedding night, from what the septas had said it did not sound like it would be pleasant for her at all.
“You have very soft skin.” His voice sounded strange and that seemed to wake him up because he cleared his throat and took a step back. “Genna and Kevan will be joining us for supper tonight, so I wish to warn you. My sister has a habit of placing her foot in her mouth every time she speaks.”
“Well, she will be family soon, so I guess I will have to become accustomed to her and your other family members.” Serena pushed a curl behind her ear. “Do not worry, I will be on my best behavior.”
“I am not worried about you.” He gave what passed for a smile. “I am worried about my sister and the rest of my family.”
Serena resisted the urge to smile, she had never heard Tywin sounding nervous. She guessed siblings had that effect on everyone, even lords who ruled a kingdom. She was actually looking forward to spending time with Genna and Kevan, she wanted to ask them what Tywin had been like as a child and a young man.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
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6 days later.
Sansa walked into her chamber and Serena smiled at her sister. Poor, Sansa was afraid things would change after Serena got married. She had been trying to make her little sister feel better, but it was hard since she was also worried about so many things. Tomorrow was her wedding, and one of the things she was more afraid of was the bedding. The septa had talked to her about it, per the queen mother’s orders and all it did was make her even more nervous. While Tywin had never done anything to hurt her physically, he was a severe man who was not known for his gentleness. She was afraid that he would hurt her without meaning to.
Sansa climbed into bed with her and turned on her side. Her sister looked at her for a moment without saying anything. This was the last time they would be able to sleep in the same bed.
“How are you feeling?” Sansa asked, her voice a bit hesitant.
“I am a bit nervous,” While she could not be totally honest with her sister, she did not want to fully lie to her either. “But from what I have heard that is normal for all brides.”
“I wonder what our mother and Robb will think once they hear about your wedding to lord Lannister.” Sansa still hoped that their brother and mother would come and save them, but Serena knew that was not a possibility. Their brother’s priorities had changed once he became king in the north.
“I am sorry that I was not able to save us before.” She took her sister’s hand and squeezed it gently. “But our mother and brother will not be coming to save us, so this time we will have to save ourselves.”
“But I have not done anything.” Sansa gave her an apologetic look. “You are the one who is sacrificing herself for the both of us.”
“You are still young Sansa. I will not allow people to abuse you if I can put a stop to it. I am your older sister and I am supposed to protect you.”
“But we are sisters.” Sansa placed a hand under her head, making herself comfortable. “We are supposed to protect each other.”
“Yes, but you are helping me by doing everything you have been doing until now.”
Her sister was the perfect lady, she spent her days going on walks, reading, and sewing. Sansa was happy to have clothes that fit her once more and not spend all her day terrified that she would be hit or humiliated. Serena had also been having peace of mind by knowing that her sister was safe. She did not mind making sacrifices for her little sister.
“Are you nervous about the bedding?” Sansa’s voice snapped Serena out of her thoughts and she looked at Sansa in surprise. Sansa gave her an apologetic look. “I am sorry, I am just asking because I saw one of the septas come in today and she was looking for you. She said she had to speak to you about your wedding night.”
“Yes, I spoke to her.” Serena was attempting to forget about that conversation. If she kept thinking about what the woman had said she would probably faint at her husband’s feet during their wedding ceremony. “Do not worry about me, I will be fine.”
“I just do not want to see you hurt.”
“I do not think Lord Tywin will hurt me.” At least not on purpose, but she was not going to say that. “He has been nothing but pleasant to me, to the both of us.”
“Joffrey was pleasant to me also.” There was fear and hate in Sansa’s voice. “Then he became mean and petty.”
“Sansa, Lord Tywin is not Joffrey, he is not cruel just for the sake of it.”
“I hope not.” Her sister gave her a smile. “I cannot wait to see you in your wedding gown.”
“And I cannot wait to see you in your new gown.” Serena ran a hand over her sister’s hair. “You will be the one representing our house.”
Sansa’s gown was soft blue and silver, Serena had gotten blue ribbons for her hair and Sansa would be wearing a silver and blue necklace their father had gifted Serena for her fourteen name day. Sansa would be attending the wedding to represent the whole of the North and the Starks. Serena had already spoken to Tywin who had assigned two red cloaks to remain close to Sansa the whole time. If the king attempted anything her husband had told the guards to get him immediately.
Serena was hoping that her husband would let her write to her family after the wedding and would attempt to make peace with her brother. Maybe if they were able to work things out and make peace then Sansa would be able to return to the North. The farther her sister was from Joffrey and the queen the better.
Serena Stark (Night before wedding.)
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
Chapter 4
Summary:
Happy New Year 🎆
We finally get Serena and Tywin's wedding day and wedding night, a bit of smut 😳. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 4
Tywin fidgeted with his collar in an attempt to mask his nervousness. He did not enjoy the feeling and grew more annoyed the longer it took for Serena to arrive at the great sept.
“Everything will be well.” He looked at his sister and raised an eyebrow, not liking that she could tell he was nervous. “You have taken every precaution.”
He had, he had made sure his red cloaks were all over the city. Their job was to guard his family and make sure all the celebrations went without a hitch. He was aware that Serena had also given orders to the kitchen to have them share food with the small folk. Cersei had been furious when she found out and had yelled at Tywin, telling him he needed to control his whore. Tywin had made it clear to his daughter that he would not allow any disrespect towards his wife. After making sure his daughter understood he was not to be trifled with, he had spoken to his betrothed. Serena had made it clear that the small folk were very unhappy and starving and pointed out what happened at the bread riots. He knew that Sansa had almost been raped and saved at the last minute by the hound. She pointed out that it would not take anything away from them to make sure that the small folk were happy. She also told him that it would make the small folk love him more.
Tywin had never cared about what people thought about him, especially not the small folk, but he could not help but see her point. In the end, he had agreed with her and made sure that her orders were carried out. Cersei had not been happy, but she had not been able to do anything, after all, it was his gold that kept them all safe and fed.
Tywin would never admit it, but he had been looking forward to his wedding to Serena. It was not the ceremony, per se, but he could not wait to have her. For the past few days, he had not been able to stop thinking about her. He knew that once he bedded her the mystery would go away and he would stop craving being near her.
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Sansa had made sure to be ready as early as possible. She had to admit her gown had come out even better than she expected. One of the maids had braided her hair in two long braids, using two blue ribbons to decorate her hair. It had been a long time since Sansa had felt pretty and safe. There were two red cloaks standing behind her as she stood in front of the wheelhouse waiting for her sister. She was excited about seeing Serena in her wedding gown.
Sansa had been terrified when she discovered Tywin Lannister had called for her sister. She was sure that the man would make Serena wed someone and take her sister away from her. She had not been able to sleep or stand still, her sister was the only one who had done anything to protect her. She could not imagine what Joffrey and the queen would do to her once Serena was gone. Then Serena told her about what her plans were and that she had spoken to Tywin about it. The Lord had actually thought about it and sent his knights to protect Serena and Sansa. Then Tywin had accepted Serena’s proposal and moved them both to the tower of the hand. He had assigned permanent guards to Serena and Sansa, he had also had a seamstress make a whole new wardrobe for them.
While everything had been going well since Serena and Tywin’s betrothal, Sansa could not help but feel guilty. She knew her sister was only marrying the older lord to protect her. She hated that she could not do anything to help her sister, that Serena was the only one who was making all the sacrifices.
There was a noise and Sansa looked up, her eyes widened when she saw her sister walking towards her.
“You look so beautiful.” Her sister was always beautiful, but she seemed to glow. Her gown was exquisite and she looked like a princess. Not even the queen could win against her sister’s beauty. “Lord Tywin will faint when he sees you.”
“Thank you.” Her sister looked her up and down. “You look beautiful, the most beautiful lady in the seven kingdoms.”
“Thank you.” Her cheeks flushed as she gave her sister a hesitant smile. “Are you sure about this?” Serena gave her a questioning look and Sansa picked at her nails. “I do not want you to do something just because of me. I want you to have a chance at being happy.”
“Sansa, I am doing this for both of us and also for our family.” Serena ran a hand over one of Sansa’s braids. “As long as you are happy and our family survives then I will be happy.”
Sansa just looked at Serena for a few minutes before finally letting out a sigh and nodding her head. She was hoping that her sister was right and Tywin was not like Joffrey, she did not know what would happen if the man started hurting Serena. They were under the Lannister’s rule and there was nothing that either of them could do about it.
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Serena smiled at Kevan as their dance ended and he took her hand, leading her towards the main table where her husband was sitting. Tywin had danced with her twice and once with Sansa. Serena had been forced to dance with Joffrey for a few minutes, but her dance had been cut short when Kevan interrupted. Serena knew Tywin had sent him after noticing the uncomfortable look on her face. Her husband and his family had kept Joffrey and Cersei away from Serena and Sansa most of the night. Serena sat beside her husband and gave him a small smile before looking around the room. She felt better once she spied her sister talking to Genna and another lady. Sansa looked happy and carefree. It helped that the two red cloaks that had been assigned to her were a few feet away.
“We will be retiring in a few minutes.” Serena felt her heart jump when she heard Tywin’s voice in her ear. She turned to look at him. “You should go to Sansa and return to the tower of the hand together. Have her go to her chambers and you wait for me in mine. I will meet you in a few minutes.”
“Will the king not see that as an offense?” The cruel boy was dying to find a reason to punish her and Sansa.
“Do not worry about it.” He patted her hand. “I will take care of it.”
Serena knew he did not want Joffrey to call for the bedding and make a scene. She nodded at her husband before moving quickly towards her sister and signaling her. Sansa excused herself and moved closer, the two guards moving after her.
“Tywin wants us to return to the tower of the hand.” Sansa swallowed and nodded her head, moving after Serena without protesting. Once they were out of the great hall Serena intertwined her arm with Sansa’s. “He wanted us to leave before Joffrey could call for the bedding, and he did not want me to leave you there alone.”
“Yes, I would not want to stay there on my own either.” They made it to the tower of the hand without any issues. The guards followed until Serena stood outside Sansa’s chambers. Her sister did not seem to want to let her go. Sansa bit her lip and her hand squeezed Serena’s. “I will see you tomorrow, right?”
“Of course.” She gave her little sister a reassuring smile before kissing her forehead. “Do not worry, everything will be well. I probably will not see you until the midday meal, but I do not want you to worry.”
Sansa nodded but still looked worried. Serena gave her one last smile before walking to Tywin’s chambers. She took a deep breath before entering and was surprised when she found a new maid there. The woman gave her a nervous smile before immediately moving to her and started removing her jewelry. Serena should not have been surprised, her husband liked things to be done quickly and without much fuss. The first thing the woman removed was the beautiful gold tiara Tywin had gifted her, before removing the matching earrings. Afterward, the maid undid some of her braids and brushed her hair with soft strokes. The maid had just started undoing the ties securing her gown when the doors opened and Tywin walked in.
“You may leave us.” The woman did not say a word as she did what the lord ordered. Serena just stood there, holding the front of her gown and looking at her husband with trepidation. While she had known this would happen, being alone in his chambers made it much more real. Tywin walked over to her, removing his coat and boots along the way. His voice was soft. “Turned around.”
Serena swallowed but did as he asked. Her body tensed when she felt his hands on her hair, but all he did was sweep her hair over one shoulder and finish untying her gown. His hands stopped at the base of her spine, and one of his fingers drew circles on her skin.
“Are you afraid?” His voice was husky, his breath hitting her ear and making her shiver.
“I am a bit apprehensive.” Tywin had always appreciated it when she spoke with the truth. “I have not heard many pleasant things about what is supposed to happen.”
“Do not listen to any of that.” His lips trailed across her shoulder, the tip of his tongue giving her small licks. “I will not hurt you any more than is necessary. In this instance, I do not want you to fear me.”
She did not comment on the last part of his statement. He took her hands and drew them to the side, allowing her gown to fall to the ground. Air hit her breasts, making her nipples pebble. Tywin’s large hands moved over her sides and to her belly, he was warm and she was not sure what she was supposed to do with her hands. His hands moved upwards until he was cupping her breasts. Serena cried out when he pinched her nipples and twisted them. Every tug of his fingers made sparks shoot down her belly and between her legs. Her legs started to shake and he twisted her around, his lips pressing against hers before she had a chance to figure out what was happening.
His fingers tangled in her hair and he angled her head, keeping the kiss until she groaned into his mouth. Serena opened her mouth and let out a small squeak when his tongue dove inside. The way his tongue moved inside her mouth was sinful, making her body become uncomfortably warm until she had to rub her legs together. Tywin’s hands moved down her naked back and he pressed her body harder against his. He moved her backward towards the bed, his mouth never leaving hers.
She whimpered when he pulled away and removed his tunic. Serena had to admit her husband was still very good-looking, his body was still muscled and defined. His trousers were next to go, but Serena made sure to keep her eyes on his chest and face. She did not want to see anything that would make her fear return. Her husband did not lose time, picking her up and placing her in the center of the bed before climbing on top of her. His mouth moved to her neck, licking and sucking the skin there.
“My lord,” She could not help the sound that left her lips when she felt his fingers probing between her legs. She felt how wet she was and her face reddened. “What are you doing?”
“Tywin, when we are alone, you may call me Tywin.” Serena nodded, but she was still confused. The septa had not said anything about his hands touching her in that way. “And I am preparing you.”
“Preparing me?”
“Yes.” Serena moaned when he slid his fingers through her folds. One of his fingers circled her entrance a few times before he pushed it in, making her tense. “Shh, you are fine. This will feel good and it will help once I fuck you.”
Serena’s hands went to his biceps as his finger moved even deeper. His other fingers played along her folds and he used his thumb to swipe over the small button between her legs. Serena moaned louder and her hips jerked against his hand. This was nothing like the septa had said, it felt really good. He started moving the digit inside her body until her back bowed. She could not help the way her hips moved against his hand, her moans becoming almost screams when his mouth latched to one of her breasts, sucking it into his mouth. She could not catch her breath, her body and mind were being overwhelmed until she could not form a coherent thought. She was not sure what happened, one moment her body was arching and rocking against her husband, and the next it felt like her body was floating. Pleasure consumed her until all she could do was cry out.
It took her a few minutes before her mind was able to process what was happening. She looked at her husband, who had pushed himself to his knees and was looking down at her body. She felt the head of his cock breach her entrance and her body tensed again. She had not looked at his cock, but he felt larger than she thought it would. He did not take his eyes away from her as he slowly pushed inside. Her body did not enjoy the feeling of being forced open by her husband.
Serena’s nails dug into his biceps as he pushed a bit deeper before stopping. He moved closer to her, his lips kissing her eyelids, nose, cheeks, and then her lips. The kiss became more lustful until her body relaxed completely, his mouth making her forget that a few minutes before she had been uncomfortable. One of Tywin’s hands moved to her hip, holding her steady before he slammed into her. She could not help the yelp that escaped her and a tear ran down the corner of her eye.
“I am sorry.” Tywin’s kiss was apologetic, kissing her lips softly before kissing away her tears. “It will just hurt for a minute and it will never hurt again after today.”
He continued kissing her face until the pain had gone. She was thankful that he gave her enough time to get used to him. He gave her one last kiss before pushing back his hips and then moving forward. His rhythm was slow at first and he seemed to be reading her every expression. It only took a few strokes before the pleasure came back and she was moaning once more. Tywin’s movements remained the same, which was only driving her crazy.
“Please!” She moved her hips against him, not sure if what she was doing was right, but too far gone to care. “Please, move faster.”
“Is that what you want?” Even while his voice was as low as always, she could tell he was holding himself back. “You want me to fuck you harder?”
Serena nodded her head and bit her lip at the look he gave her like he wanted to eat her whole. Then his hips slammed forward until his movements made the entire bed shake. She should have been embarrassed at the way she was screaming, she was sure her voice could be heard outside. Sweat built between their bodies as her legs shook and her muscles tensed and clenched around him. Tywin’s hand moved between their bodies and his thumb pressed against the small bundle of nerves. Her back arched almost lifting her entire body off the bed as her cunt clenched around Tywin’s cock. She felt his cock thickening inside her before heat filled her. Tywin groaned as he gave her a few more thrusts before his body stilled on top of hers. Their breathing was fast as they lay there, their bodies still connected. She was not sure why she had been so afraid of her wedding night, or why the septa had made it sound like a chore. If bedding her husband always felt like this then she would have no issues performing her duty.
Chapter 5
Summary:
Day after the wedding.
Tywin and Kevan talk about the war and how to stop it.
Serena and Sansa talk, and Tywin lets Serena know the decision he has made. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 5
Tywin was warm and comfortable, for the first time in years he did not want to get out of bed. He had always despised laziness and had woken up with the sun, sometimes even earlier than some of his servants. That morning was a bit different, while his body had woken up at the same time as always he did not want to get up. One of his fingers moved slowly, feeling the silky skin beneath his fingertips and his body hardened immediately. He was not pleased by this new development, he did not wish to want his wife, to want to stay by her side. He had never seen the point of cuddling people and Serena would be no different.
After a few minutes, he moved off the bed and wrapped his robe around himself. Serena did not seem to miss him at all, she just turned over and continued sleeping. She was not used to her duties as a wife yet and Tywin did not expect her to wake up as early as he did. He made sure to wash up quietly and dressed without wanting to bother her. He needed to be away from his wife and forget about the things he wanted to do. They were at war, this was not the time to become infatuated with a girl.
Tywin stepped out of his chambers and one of his guards immediately moved to follow him, while the other one stayed to guard his wife. The guards would be changing in about an hour, and he had things he needed to take care of. He entered the room they had been using for the small council meetings and was surprised when he found Kevan there. His brother stared at him with an amused look and raised an eyebrow.
“And here I thought you would want to stay in bed with your beautiful, young wife.”
“You should know me better than that.” He took his seat at the head of the table and looked at the papers his brother had been checking. “What are you doing?”
“Giving myself a headache.” Kevan let out a loud sigh and shook his head. “Even if you do not want to hear it, your wife is right. Peace will be the best option for all of us.”
“You know perfectly well that it will take more than my marriage to have peace with the Starks.” He was also tired of war, but could not show weakness. “Robb Stark will not give up his title as king in the north.”
“Do you really care about that frozen wasteland?” Kevan shook his head. “You could end this war, have your son back, and finally get rid of the Tyrells. Who cares if the price for that is the north?”
“It will be seen as a weakness.” His brother was not wrong, especially when it came to the Tyrells. Tywin could not stand them, they were greedy, manipulative farmers who believed themselves to be grander than they were. Tywin knew all they cared about was for Margaery to become queen so their statuses would be raised even higher. “We cannot be seen to just give up.”
“We would not be giving up.” He could tell Kevan was getting frustrated, his brother was tired of dealing with people dying, Cersei and Joffrey. Tywin was tired also, but Cersei and Joffrey were his family, whether he liked it or not. “We can find a way to make sure the north is connected to our family, besides how connected it is by you and Serena’s wedding.”
“How?” Tywin frowned. “I do not think Robb Stark will be happy with my wedding to his sister. I do not see how he will accept any of our conditions.”
“He will, especially if it means that he gets to return home with his family, and we tell them about Roose Bolton. Then he can repay us by marrying Myrcella, bringing our families even closer together.”
“He will not agree to marry Myrcella.” Tywin looked at his brother like he had lost his mind. “There is also the fact that he is already married to another woman.”
“He will not be once you tell him the truth about her.”
Tywin knew that his brother was right, Robb Stark would not be able to stay with his current wife. Even if he chose to forgive her, his lords would never allow her to be queen. Maybe Kevan was right, he could at least talk to the man before making any decisions.
“I will have Serena write him a letter and set up a meeting with him.”
While Tywin was not happy at having to negotiate with a boy, he was not arrogant enough not to recognize that Robb Stark was a more formidable enemy than he had first believed. Having Robb Stark as a friend instead of a foe would be more beneficial. Once the war was over he could focus his energy on getting rid of the Tyrells. He was not going to be able to stand them for too much longer.
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Serena had flushed when her maid had come into Tywin’s chambers and found her still naked in his bed. The woman had just given her an amused smile before helping her bathe and dress. She liked this new maid more than she liked the ones the queen had assigned to her, but she was not stupid enough to trust the woman. The maid was loyal to Tywin and while her husband had not done anything to hurt her yet, she could not trust him fully.
After getting ready she had immediately gone to see her sister, she knew how nervous Sansa had been the night before and did not want her to worry even more. Sansa’s smile had been blinding when she saw her. The younger girl had thrown herself at Serena and hugged her so tight that for a moment Serena could not breathe. She hugged her sister back before sitting with her, four guards stood a few feet away.
“I am so happy you are here.” Sansa squeezed her hand. “I could not sleep all night, worrying about you.”
“I told you not to worry.” Serena patted Sansa’s hand. “Lord Tywin did not hurt me, I swear it.”
“I am just glad to see you.” Sansa had been looking at her since Serena stepped into the gardens and she knew her little sister was looking for bruises. “I went on a walk with Lady Margaery Tyrell.”
“You did?” Serena did her best to keep the frown from her face. She did not like Margaery Tyrell or her grandmother. Both women were ambitious and dead set on Margaery becoming queen. She did not trust either woman. “I did not know you two were friends.”
“We are not really friends, we are just acquaintances.” Her sister shrugged. “She asked me to go on a walk with her this morning and then she introduced me to her grandmother.”
“Why?”
“She said Olenna was curious about me.” Sansa frowned. “The old woman asked me a lot of questions about Joffrey.”
“What kind of questions?” The more her sister spoke the less she liked what she was hearing.
“She wanted to know about Joffrey’s character.” Sansa twisted her hands on her lap. “She wanted to know about some of the things he had done to me.”
“Did you tell her?”
“Some of it.” Her sister gave her an apologetic look. “I did not tell them everything, just a few things.”
“Sansa, I do not trust either women or their family.” She took Sansa’s hands in hers. “I want you to be careful and not to spend too much time with them.”
“Margaery seems nice.”
“Margaery wishes to be queen no matter what.” She wanted to make sure Sansa understood what she was saying. “If our father or brother found out what monster Joffrey was, do you think they would ever allow you to marry him?” Sansa shook her head. “But Margaery and Olenna have no issues with her marrying that monster, even knowing what Joffrey is capable of.”
“You are right.” Her sister was young, but she was not stupid. “Margaery made some comments that led me to believe that she and her grandmother want me to wed her brother.”
“What?” Serena was not happy. If that old woman believed that she could use her sister as a pawn then she had another thing coming. Serena had wed Tywin so her sister would not be used as a political tool. Tywin and her marriage contract specified that Serena would have the last say on who her sister wed unless Sansa returned to the North. “Why would they speak to you about a wedding? Your wedding is up to Tywin and myself, no one else can decide who you wed.”
“Margaery is not stupid enough to say it outright,” Sansa said while frowning. Her sister was still too young to wed, and Serena wanted to make sure Sansa married someone she loved or at least cared for. “She just kept mentioning how happy it would make her if we were to become sisters and she made several comments about her brother Willas.”
Serena wanted to slap the woman, who thought she was smart enough to convince her little sister to wed her brother. Sansa would not be wedding anyone until she was a few years older and it certainly would not be a Tyrell.
Serena opened her mouth, but before she could say anything she saw Tywin heading in her direction. A blush exploded across her face as soon as she saw her husband, she could not help but remember the things he had done to her the night before. She could not forget the way she had reacted to him. Now that she was looking at him she could not help but be embarrassed, not that her husband mentioned anything or pointed out how red she was.
“My lady,” He gave her a small nod before looking at Sansa. “Lady Sansa.”
“My lord.” Her sister stood up quickly and gave a small curtsey. “I will return to my chambers.” Sansa kissed her cheek. “I will see you later, sister.”
Tywin and Serena watched as Sansa started walking towards the tower of the hand, her two guards falling in step behind her immediately. Once her sister was out of sight, Serena turned to look at her husband.
“We need to speak.” Tywin extended one of his hands and waited until she placed her hand on his and stood up. Tywin tucked her hand on his elbow and walked alongside her, his voice low. “I have made the decision to attempt to speak to your brother.”
“You have?” She could not stop the elated feeling that filled her body when she heard those words. The fact that he was thinking about it meant that there was a chance for peace. “You will attempt to obtain peace?”
“Yes, if your bother agrees to my conditions.” Serena was not sure what those conditions were but knew her brother would not be completely happy with them. “I have information he needs and I am willing to allow him to keep the North.”
“Why?” Serena knew that Tywin would not just give up the north without reason.
“Because this war has been going on for long enough.” Tywin gave her a look she could not read. “I would also like to have my son returned to me alive and in one piece.”
Jaime Lannister had been her brother’s prisoner for over a year now. She was not sure what her brother had been doing to the man but hoped her brother was not stupid enough to kill or maim Jaime. She was not sure how her husband would react if something were to happen to his beloved son.
“What is it that you need me to do?” Tywin gave her a blank look and Serena just smiled. “I know you would not be telling me about your plans unless you needed something from me.”
“I want you to write a letter to your mother and brother.” Tywin took a deep breath before continuing. “Something that they would know is you without a doubt and that you were not forced to write it. Something that will make them both open to speak to us.”
“I can do that.” She would do whatever it took to make sure that her family would survive this war. “Are you going to be the one meeting with them?”
“No, I will send Kevan.” Serena frowned at her husband. “I do not trust my daughter or my grandson not to bring down the kingdom if I leave. I also do not trust the Tyrells.”
“Neither do I.” She wanted them gone but knew that it would take time. “Margaery and Olenna are attempting to convince Sansa to wed Willas Tyrell.”
“What?” Tywin’s face was as dark as a storm cloud. “What makes them think that Sansa is free to wed anyone? That decision cannot be made without speaking to us.”
“They know that if the king decrees it there is nothing we can do about it.” She was not stupid enough to believe that Margaery and Olenna had made the comment to Sansa without having a plan. “I am sure they are counting on Margaery being able to convince the king to wed Sansa to Willas.”
“I do not care what Joffrey thinks he can agree to.” Serena’s hand tightened around her husband’s arm. She was thankful that he agreed with her. “Sansa will not be marrying any Tyrells.”
Serena was happy that her husband seemed to listen to her concerns. He agreed about her sister’s marriage and now he was also agreeing with her about making peace with the rest of her family. Now all she needed was to find a way to get rid of Joffrey, the boy could not continue to be king. He was a cruel and ruthless boy who did not know the first thing about ruling a kingdom and did not care for anyone else but himself.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
Chapter 6
Summary:
Just a bit of how Tywin is thinking and a bit of smut. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 6
5 days later.
Tywin sighed as he listened to the people complain about everything, not that he blamed them, since Joffrey took over, the kingdom had been in a decline. Not that it had been much better under Robert’s rule, the man was a horrible king, more worried about drinking and whoring than ruling the kingdom he had fought for. While Joffrey was a cruel and petulant king. His daughter had not helped her son by cuddling him the way she had and Tywin wished Robert had paid more attention to his children instead of pretending they did not exist. People were starving on the streets and Tywin was concerned there would be another revolt if he did not find a way to end this war soon. The crown's coffers could not support a war at this time and Tywin was not going to support his daughter and incompetent grandson for the rest of their lives.
By the time the petitions were over, there was a crick on his neck and he wanted to burn the infernal throne he was sitting on. He hated the uncomfortable chair and how most people believed their backside needed to be sitting on it to have power. He had seen it in Joffrey, who believed he was powerful and could do as he pleased without regard to anyone because of the simple fact he sat on the uncomfortable chair. Tywin had attempted to teach his grandson that it did not matter if he was king, people would kill him in a heartbeat if they were able. There was also the fact that a king who had no control over himself had no hope of controlling a kingdom.
Tywin ran a hand over the back of his neck as he walked down the steps leading to the throne. He stopped in the middle of the room when he saw Addam Marbrand walking towards him. The man gave a small bow and looked around the room to make sure they were alone.
“Lord Kevan made it to his destination without any issues.” Tywin nodded, knowing that he had been right in trusting Addam, the man was loyal to him. “He said he would write as soon as he has news.”
“Perfect. You may leave.”
No one, except for himself, a few of his most trusted knights, and his wife knew where Kevan was. Tywin knew Joffrey would do anything in his power to make sure there was no peace if he were to discover what Tywin was attempting to do. The boy did not care about all the strife the war was causing. Sometimes Tywin believed he should have let Stannis kill the stupid child.
Tywin started walking towards the tower of the hand, he needed to speak to Serena. He had been hiding from his wife since their wedding night, not that he would ever admit it. The morning after the wedding, after he had gone to her to tell her about his plans, he had noticed that he wanted her more than before, having her once had not been enough. He did not want the woman to have any power over him, so he stayed away from her. They still had supper together every day, but there were others there, they were never alone. It was almost supper time, but he wanted to speak to her before the others arrived.
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
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Serena finished brushing her hair and placed the hair comb on her night table. She had taken a bath and then had her maid help her put on her underclothes. She still had over an hour to get ready and had asked her maid to leave her alone for a while. She was tired and a bit confused. It had been a sennight since her wedding and she had barely seen her husband. They only spent time together during supper and did not sleep in the same bed or even the same chambers. Serena was a bit confused, for the first time she was not sure what her husband was thinking or what he wanted. She knew that Tywin had wed her to have control of the north, but also because he needed heirs. She was not sure how they were supposed to have babes if he did not touch her. Another thing that confused her was her desire to have her husband touch her again. It was like all the fear she had felt on her wedding night had disappeared. Now when she thought about her husband touching her all she felt was anticipation.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when the door to her chambers opened and the man she had been thinking about walked in. Tywin stopped right by the door and his eyes widened when he noticed what she was wearing. A flush covered her entire body and she felt the need to cover herself.
“What are you wearing?” He slammed the door closed and moved until he was in her space.
“I am sorry.” She frowned as the words were leaving her mouth, she was not sure why she was apologizing, she had nothing to be sorry for. She was in her chambers and he had been the one who entered without permission. “I did not know you would be coming to see me.”
She attempted to move around Tywin, but his hand on her arm stopped her. She swallowed when she saw the look in his eyes, he looked like he wanted to eat her. Tywin’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her body against his. Her body trembled when she felt his erection against her belly. He lowered his head, his nose brushing against hers as he played with the laces on the back of her red corset. He kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth and finding hers. Serena did not stay still, her hands wrapped around his neck, pressing her body closer to his.
Tywin’s fingers worked fast, unlacing her corset and throwing it to the ground. Her petticoat followed suit until she stood in his arms completely naked. Serena almost ripped open his shirt and took it off. Her husband walked her backward until they reached the bed. Her back hit the mattress, Tywin following after her. Their lips did not separate as they settled on the bed, Tywin’s hips settling between her legs.
Serena’s moan was loud when Tywin rocked his hips against hers. Their mouths broke apart, their breathing heavy as Tywin’s mouth moved down her neck. His hands moved over her body, playing with her breasts. Serena dragged her nails over Tywin’s shoulders, she wanted him, wanted to feel the things he had made her feel before. Her husband seemed to understand what she wanted and his hands moved between their bodies. Tywin undid his trousers and spread her open. He notched the head of his cock to her entrance, pushing forward and breaching her. Serena gasped at the pressure and the burning sensation between her legs, but it was not painful. The stretch was almost uncomfortable, but it felt good at the same time.
“Do you feel that, my little wolf?” His hips kept pushing forward, invading her body until she was almost out of breath. “How easily your body opens up for me.”
He withdrew a little bit, making Serena whimper at the feeling of loss. She was close to begging when he slammed all the way inside her.
“FUCK!” The scream escaped her mouth before she could swallow it.
“I hate what you do to me.” He leaned forward until his body covered hers completely. He braced himself on his forearms as he began thrusting inside her. “I hate that I want you day and night. You are like a curse I cannot get rid of.”
His hips moved faster, his cock hammering inside her until her nails dug into his back. His movements were frantic and her body spiraled, every muscle out of her control as her body spasm. It felt like flames were dancing under her skin as Tywin’s cock swelled inside her. His muscles clenched and his arms tensed as they both climaxed together. Their bodies moved against each other, they could not help themselves. Serena raised her head a bit, giving Tywin a soft kiss until he moaned against her mouth.
A few seconds later Tywin moved off of her, laying beside her and running his hands down her side. Tywin looked at her like he was attempting to figure her out and Serena caressed the side of his face and turned on her side, throwing a leg over his hip.
“I think we should get ready.” Serena kissed the frown off Tywin’s face, moaning when he took control of the kiss. Her husband did not seem to care that they would not be able to make it to supper on time if they kept going like this. Serena ran her hands over her husband’s chest before pulling away from him. “We are going to be late for supper.”
“It does not matter.” Tywin cupped her face, he nipped her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. “I will have one of the maids bring us supper here. We will stay here tonight.”
Serena did not protest, she would not tell him, at least not yet, but she had missed him. She wanted to spend time with him, even if she would not say it just yet.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Chapter 7
Summary:
Robb finds out what Tywin has on his wife and he and Kevan come to an understanding. Serena, Sansa and Myrcella spend some time together. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 7
Robb Stark had never been the most patient man and he had made several mistakes. He had not been able to save his father and he had left his sisters at the mercy of the Lannisters. He had been lucky when the Hound had shown up with Aria, but Serena and Sansa were still in Kings Landing. Robb had the chance to exchange the kingslayer for his sisters, but he had been so empowered by all the battles he had won and by his Bannerman naming him king that he had lost sight of what was important for a while. Then he made the mistake of breaking a promise he had made and wed a woman he barely knew while he was promised to another. Now he was losing the war he had fought so hard to win and he had just found out that Serena had been wed to Tywin Lannister. Robb did not trust the man and now they were family.
He had been surprised when he received the letter from Tywin Lannister talking about peace and warning him about one of his Bannerman. Robb had left with a few guards and met with Tywin’s brother Kevan. He had to admit the man was not as harsh as his older brother and if he had not been a Lannister Robb would have liked him. As the man talked Robb felt more and more stupid, he could not believe he had not seen all the betrayal going on around him. Robb should have listened to his father and known better than to trust Bolton. He had already been betrayed by his best friend, why would he believe that a Bolton would have been any different? Robb sat in his chair and made sure not to show any emotion as Kevan showed him proof of Roose Bolton’s betrayal and the plans that had been concocted to kill him and most of his family.
“And you want me to believe that Tywin Lannister is willing to have peace with me and give up the North after everything you have just told me?” Robb’s voice was harsh. “He planned to kill me.”
“Yes, but since he is now married to your sister he does not want to kill you and have Serena kill him while he sleeps.” Robb resisted the urge to smile, his sister could instill fear in people when she wanted. Kevan gave him a knowing look. “We know things have not been going very well for you, especially after you did not keep your promise to the Freys.”
“That does not concern you or anyone in your family.” He had been ashamed of not keeping his promise, but he was in love and wanted to spend the rest of his life with the woman he chose. He tried not to think about what his father would have said about Robb not keeping his word. “We are not here to speak about the decisions I made.”
“Actually, we are. We need to speak about that particular decision.” Robb frowned, but Kevan did not give him time to ask anything. “Tywin is willing to give up the North so you can continue as king and since you agreed to all the other conditions, there is only one condition left and it is none negotiable.”
“What condition?” Robb was sure he was not going to be happy about it.
“You will marry Myrcella once she comes of age in 6 years.”
“What?” Robb’s eyes widened and he was sure he looked like an idiot. He had not expected that condition. “You know very well I cannot do that, I am already married.”
“Actually, you are not.” Robb frowned, not sure what the man meant, but Kevan looked completely sure of what he was saying. “Talisa Maegyr is not your wife, at least not legally. She is already wed, she had already been wed for two years before you even met her.”
“That is not possible.” The denial was quick.
“It is possible.” Kevan took a sip of his wine. “Talisa and her husband arrived from Volantis three years ago. Her husband is an artisan and he was completing some work for Tywin. Since you never made any attempt to exchange Jaime for your sisters and refused any attempt we made to speak to you, my brother knew he would need someone to distract you a bit.”
“No.” He shook his head, hating everything that was coming out of the man’s mouth. “Why would her husband ever allow her to be away from him and fuck other men?”
“Because Tywin offered her and her husband an obscenely amount of gold.” Kevan had the decency to look apologetic. “You cannot think of Talisa and her husband the same way you think about the people of Westeros. People from the free cities are much more free in their way of thinking and their feelings than we are. Her husband did not care about her fucking you for a couple of years for the amount of gold Tywin gave them.”
“No, Talisa would not lie about something like that.” Even while he was saying it, something that felt a lot like desperation filled his chest. He could not believe he had been so stupid and foolish. Talisa loved him, she could not fake that. “She just told me yesterday that she is with child.”
“That is another lie.” Kevan did not even blink while destroying every single dream Robb had for the past year. “She has been taking moon tea for years.”
Robb wanted to kill Kevan Lannister or at least jump over the table and beat his face in. He wanted to scream and yell for the man to shut up. Every word out of his mouth was like a blade to his heart and Robb was not sure if he wanted to hear any more. He had betrayed everything he had stood for, everything his father had taught him for a woman who had been lying to him since they met. His father would have been heartbroken if he had known that Robb had gone back on his word. He could not believe he had spit on his convictions for a woman who had been spying on him. He looked at Kevan once more, his eyes hard.
“I hope you have proof of this.” Even while he was sure Kevan was telling the truth, he was kind of hoping that the man was lying. “I am sure you understand why I cannot just take your word for it.”
“Of course.” Kevan handed him several documents.
Robb looked at the papers and it took him a few moments to realize that he was looking at letters. He immediately recognized Talisa’s handwriting and just read what the woman he married had written. She had written about some of the people who were in favor of Robb becoming king and even some of his battle strategies. There were a few letters to her husband and on the last one she mentioned how much she was looking forward to seeing him and being able to be in his arms again. Robb had to take deep breaths before he ran out of the tent and ran her through with his own sword. He was completely devastated and had never felt more betrayed. He had trusted her with things he had never told anyone else and had married against everyone’s advice, even his own mother.
This kind of betrayal could not be forgiven and he knew what he needed to do. He wanted to kill Tywin Lannister for making him into this man he hated, but he knew it was not all Tywin’s fault. While it was true that Tywin had sent Talisa to him, everything that had happened after that was Robb’s fault and he could not blame anyone else but himself. Even after all the mistakes he had made Talisa had betrayed him and had spied on him, that was treason and there was only one punishment for her.
“Tell your brother I accept all his conditions, including the one about marrying Princess Myrcella.” Robb stood up and took all the letters with him. “As proof of our new friendship, I will let the kingslayer leave with you.”
Robb saw the happiness on Kevan’s face but did not give him time to say anything as he left the tent. There were some things he needed to take care of before he would be able to return to Winterfell.
Robb Stark (18 years old.)
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5 days later.
Serena smiled as she watched Sansa and Myrcella sitting together, both girls were laughing over some book they had been reading. Myrcella was four years younger than Sansa, but both girls got along incredibly well. Myrcella and Sansa had similar dispositions, they were both sweet and sensitive girls. Both girls also loved to read and enjoyed reading to each other. Myrcella would usually come to the Tower of the Hand, she knew the reason why Sansa did not like leaving the tower. Even while Myrcella was only ten, she was very aware that even with guards Sansa did not feel safe outside the tower of the hand.
Serena was glad to see Sansa being a child again, her sister only had a couple of years before she came of age and then the hunt for a husband would begin. Serena was hoping that she would be able to push it back a few more years, at least until Sansa was eighteen. She did not want her sister marrying so young, especially after everything she had been through.
Another giggle escaped Myrcella and Sansa appeared to be trying to hold back her laughter, but she did not have much success. It only took a couple of seconds before Sansa was laughing also. Serena smiled as she stood up and approached both girls, waiting until they noticed her.
“It is time for the midday meal.” Serena ran a hand over Myrcella’s hair and gave the girl a small smile. “Would you like to eat with us, princess?”
“Yes,” Myrcella looked a lot like Cersei, but somehow was even more beautiful. While on the outside she was almost identical to her mother, her character was nothing like the woman’s. Myrcella was so sweet and gentle, she loved people and making others feel better. “That would be lovely.”
The table had been set up on one of the largest balconies on the tower of the hand. Serena did not enjoy spending all her time cooped up inside and since her husband was still working, she needed to spend some time with other people. Tywin and her had spent every single night together in the past five days. Her husband did not seem to be capable of keeping his hands off of her. Since the night they had missed supper with the rest of the family whatever had been holding him back had seemed to disappear. They now had supper with Tyrion, Sansa, Genna would join them sometimes, and Myrcella and Tommen, and after they would retire to their chamber where her husband would make love to her. For the first time in years, she was happy and she was afraid to question things or think about them for too long.
The three of them sat at the table while the maids served them and Sansa and Myrcella continued talking. They had barely started eating when Tyrion walked in.
“Mother!” She rolled her eyes at the man but smiled all the same. Tyrion had a way of making her laugh no matter how hard things were. Tyrion turned towards Sansa and Myrcella. “Lady Sansa, beautiful as always. And Myrcella, you look more beautiful every time I see you. You will be even more beautiful than your mother, but not as bitter.”
“Tyrion.” Serena’s voice held a warning as she shook her head at Tyrion. “Do not say that to her.”
“She knows I am only jesting.” Tyrion sat on an empty chair and served himself some food, while one of the maids poured him some wine. “Thank the gods you have food, I am starving.”
“You are always starving,” Myrcella said with a laugh. “Grandsire says he is lucky to be the richest man in Westeros or you would eat him out of a home.”
“I am just enjoying as many of the pleasures life offers, little niece.” Tyrion took a large bite of one of the chicken legs. “Food is one of them.”
While Serena loved Tyrion and was very impressed by how smart he was, she hated how tasteless he could be. She had not liked the comment he had made to Myrcella about Cersei. While he had not been lying, he should not have said those things in front of Myrcella. The poor girl already had enough of dealing with her mother and her sadistic brother without having people point out how bitter Cersei was. Serena was sure the reason Myrcella enjoyed spending so much time with her and Sansa was because Cersei barely paid any attention to her. The woman was too busy running after Joffrey and fucking her cousin to even pay attention to what Tommen and Myrcella were doing.
“I know you are not here just for the food.” Serena took Tyrion’s cup before he could take another swing. “You never come here this early in the day, so how about you tell me what is happening.”
“My uncle Kevan is back from wherever my father sent him.” Serena tensed and looked at her stepson. While Tyrion did not know where Kevan had gone or what he had been doing, she knew he was not stupid. Tyrion knew something important was happening and he was not happy not knowing what it was. “He brought some important news from your brother and he also brought back Jaime.”
“What?” Myrcella’s voice was excited as a smile overtook her face. “Uncle Jaime is back?”
“Yes, he and my father are in the small council chambers with Joffrey and Cersei.” Tyrion took his cup from Serena’s hand before taking a large sip. “I was not even allowed to say hello to my brother, but he did not look too well.”
“What do you mean?” She was hoping her brother had not been stupid enough to hurt Jaime. She was not sure Tywin would forgive Robb if he had done something to Jaime.
“He looks like he has not been fed in moons.” Serena did not like Tyrion’s look. She could tell he was worried about his brother. “There was a look in his eyes that I do not like.”
“What do you mean?” The question came from Myrcella who was looking at her uncle with concern. “Did something bad happen to Uncle Jaime?
“No, sweetheart.” Serena gave the girl a reassuring smile. “I am sure he is just tired and will need to eat some good food. He will be back to guarding all of you in no time.” Serena gave Tyrion a warning look. “Right Tyrion?”
“Yes,” The man cleared his throat and gave Serena a scared look before looking back at Myrcella. “Jaime just needs some rest and some food. I am sure once he has taken a bath he will be more than happy to see you and Tommen.”
Serena was thankful that the small girl appeared to believe her and just nodded her head before going back to her food. She was impatient to know what had happened with her brother but imagined that it was good news since her brother had released Jaime. Maybe they would be able to have peace after all and things would be better now. The only thing left to do was to get rid of Joffrey, he could not continue being king.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
Myrcella Baratheon (10 years old.)
Chapter 8
Summary:
We get Jaime's POV and a few of his feelings. Jaime and Tywin talk and Tywin let his son know a few things. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 8
Jaime was overwhelmed by all the people around him since he returned home. His father had looked at him almost like he was a ghost and for the first time in many years, Jaime had seen emotion in his father’s face. Cersei and Joffrey had been livid when Tywin had informed them of the deal he made with Robb Stark. Both of them preferred war before giving up the North. His father had made it clear that if they wanted to continue a war then they were more than welcome to, but they would not be counting on his gold or soldiers. While Cersei and Joffrey had been furious they knew they could not keep things going without Tywin’s support, even if they had the Tyrells’.
Cersei had barely looked at him and when she did he could see the disgust in her eyes. Jaime did not look the same way he had two years prior. He had lost a lot of weight and was incredibly dirty. Jaime had also noticed the way his sister had looked at their cousin Lancel and knew that she was fucking him. He should have known Cersei was not going to wait for him. His sister had never been a patient person, but Jaime did not care. He had heard of some of the things Cersei had done and what she allowed Joffrey to do and he was disgusted by both of them. His sister was a cruel and petty woman and Jaime was happy that Myrcella would be far away from her.
Another thing that had taken Jaime by surprise had been his father's marriage. When his uncle Kevan had told him they would be returning to Kings Landing Jaime had believed Robb Stark had finally decided to exchange him for his sisters. Instead, he had found out that his father had married to oldest Stark girl and had come up with a peace treaty. Jaime was not sure how he felt about his father being married. It was a strange feeling, thinking of his father with a woman who was not his mother.
Jaime looked at himself in the mirror and tried not to flinch. He looked horrible, but his father had insisted they had supper together and Myrcella had come to invite him personally. He was happy to see his niece again and wanted to spend more time with her. One of the guards escorted him to his father’s solar and Jaime was surprised to see that the only one there was Serena Stark. He could understand why his father had wed her, even while she was young she was a beautiful woman. She was wearing a gold gown, that was not too simple, but not extravagant either. Her flame colored hair was partially braided and she had a smile on her face as she spoke quietly to one of the maids.
“Ser Jaime.” Serena had been quick to mask her surprise, but he had still been able to see it. “It is a pleasure to see you once more. I am happy you are finally back.”
“Yes, your brother had a hard time letting me go.” She did not flinch, but her smile fell a little. Jaime shook his head. “I am not sure what to call you, I am older than you so I do not feel comfortable calling you mother. Lady Lannister, perhaps, or do you prefer to be called Lady Stark?”
“You could just call me Serena.” She was still being sweet even while Jaime knew he was being rude to her. “That is my name.”
“I am curious.” Jaime approached the table and took a seat, his eyes never leaving her. “How did you manage to get my father to marry you? Last I knew he swore he would never marry again.”
“He just needed the right initiative.” While her voice was soft and she sounded calm, Jaime could tell she was not comfortable. “After the mess Cersei and Joffrey created he needed a way to get the north and we both know he was not going to marry my brother.”
Jaime let out a laugh, not having expected her to make that last comment. He could not even say anything to defend his sister and nephew. Serena was right, Joffrey had eradicated any talk of peace when he took Ned’s head.
The doors opened and Sansa and Myrcella ran in, both girls stopping when they saw him. Sansa’s smile left her face and she moved closer to her sister, while Myrcella’s smile became wider and she ran up to him.
“Uncle Jaime.” The small girl hugged him. “I am so happy you decided to come.”
“Of course.” Jaime smiled at his niece and kissed the top of her head. “I told you I would.”
When Myrcella had first invited him, he had attempted to decline, but ended up agreeing at the sad look his niece had given him. He had wanted more time before spending time with the sisters of the man who had kept him prisoner and had humiliated him for so long. He was also still trying to get used to the idea that his father had a wife.
Jaime watched as Myrcella walked around the table to greet Serena, who gave the girl a sweet smile and asked her about her day. He could tell the woman truly cared about his niece. Sansa was sitting next to her sister and he noticed how quiet she was, nothing like the girl who had arrived with Myrcella. Jaime was sure she was intimidated by him but did not know why. He had barely spoken two words to the girl before he left and this was the first time seeing her since his return. His uncle Kevan had told him about some of the things Joffrey had done to the younger Stark girl and how he had abused her. Jaime resisted the urge to flinch. He knew Joffrey looked a bit like him and Sansa could not be comfortable being forced to dine with Jaime. He should have stayed in his chambers, he was not ready to see how everything had changed since he had been gone. It felt like everyone had moved on and left him behind.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
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Tywin was happy to see his son and at the same time, he was worried. Jaime had been quiet throughout supper and had barely said two words. He was not sure what had happened to his son while he was imprisoned, but there was something dark in Jaime’s eyes. This was not the same man who had left Kings Landing. Tywin was thankful that Jaime appeared to be healthy enough and was not missing any important parts. He had not wanted to push his son when he arrived, thinking that the best thing was to give him time.
Tywin had noticed the way Jaime had looked between Serena and Sansa. While his son had looked at Sansa with pity, knowing what Joffrey had done to her, his looks towards Serena had been different. There was anger every time Jaime looked at his wife and something else Tywin could not decipher, but it looked a lot like jealousy. Once supper was finished Serena had retired with Sansa and Myrcella. His wife had given him a nod and he knew she understood that he needed to spend some time with Jaime.
“Are you going to say what has been bothering you?” Jaime looked at him but did not say anything and Tywin raised an eyebrow. He had never been one to cuddle people and he was not about to start now. “You might as well say whatever you need to.”
“Why did you marry again?” There was no anger in the question, his son looked genuinely curious. “All I have been hearing for years is how you never want to be married to anyone.”
“Well, things change and when they do we must adapt.”
“You could have married her to anyone else.” Jaime’s look was inquisitive. “While she is beautiful, there have been many beautiful women who have thrown themselves at you throughout the years.”
“It has nothing to do with beauty.” Jaime was an amazing strategist, Tywin had thought his son would have understood his reasons. “You were being held prisoner, your sister was busy fucking her way through our family, Tyrion was fucking every whore in Kings Landing and Joffrey was busy torturing noble ladies and ruining the kingdom.” He saw Jaime flinch but did not stop. “I need heirs, since the children I have now seem happy enough to live off my gold and have no issues embarrassing me and making fools of themselves.”
“And where does Serena Stark fit in this?”
“She is a Lannister now.” And his little wife fit very well, especially in his arms, but Tywin did not say that. “She comes from one of the oldest bloodlines in Westeros, she is connected to three of the seven kingdoms by blood. She is also smart and fertile.”
“Her brother is our enemy.” There was anger when Jaime spoke of Robb Stark. “He held me prisoner for almost two years.”
“We were at war and your nephew killed his father.” Tywin would have done anything to have his son back, but he could not be angry with Robb Stark, the boy had been defending his family. “We are not enemies any longer.”
“So everything is forgiven? Just like that?” Jaime asked a sarcastic smile on his face.
“No, not just like that.” Tywin shook his head. “We have a peace treaty and Robb will marry Myrcella once she comes of age, bringing our families even closer. We cannot hate someone for the decisions they made while fighting a war.”
“Would you be saying the same thing if you were not married to his sister?”
“What is it that you want Jaime? For this war to go on forever? For thousands more to die?” He did not understand why his son was fighting him on this. “The crown is bankrupt, the only reason the small folk and other lords have not stormed the keep and killed everyone in it is because my gold and soldiers protect us. And while all of this is happening your son acts like a complete fool and spits on everything I have fought so hard for.”
Jaime’s eyes widened and this time Tywin could see the fear. His heart clenched and he fisted his hands. He had been hoping his son would at least have the decency to attempt to deny it. He had been so stupid, thinking that people were lying just because they were jealous of his family, he had refused to believe what had been right under his nose.
“You should have, at least, attempted to come up with a lie.” Tywin stood up, he was tired and he wanted his wife. This was not the best way to speak to his son, especially when they were both angry. “Next time you attempt to question my decisions you should take a look at your own.”
Tywin walked away and headed to his chambers, leaving Jaime sitting there without saying anything. He was hoping that his son would come around in time, even after everything that had happened Tywin loved Jaime and did not want to lose him.
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
Chapter 9
Summary:
This is a short chapter. First part is pretty much just smut. Second part, Jaime is still trying to figure things out. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 9
Serena smiled at the guard who returned her smile before opening the door to Tywin’s solar. Her husband was sitting behind his desk, like he always was, and barely moved when she walked in. He had been working nonstop since speaking to Jaime the night before. He had returned to their chambers but had been called by the king before he could even kiss her. She had not seen him since then and knew that he had not eaten all day. She had felt bad and had asked the kitchens to make him some food. She sat the tray on the table and smiled when the noise caught Tywin’s attention and he looked up.
“I think you might be working too hard.” She took one of the orange slices and popped it in her mouth before moving towards the desk. “I know you have not eaten so I brought you some food.”
“I do not have time to eat.” He looked back down again and Serena rolled her eyes. She moved and took the papers her husband had been reading before he could react. Tywin gave her an annoyed look. “What are you doing?”
“I am trying to make sure you do not die any sooner than you have to.” She put the papers aside and took his hand, pulling until he stood up. “I know you are a very busy man, but you will not be any good to anyone if you fall ill.”
“And you think eating will stop me from getting ill?”
“Well, it cannot hurt.” She gave him a smile and a quick kiss. “You will feel better once you have eaten something. I had the kitchens made all your favorites.”
She turned to walk towards the table and gasped when Tywin yanked her back towards him. One of his hands reached for her face, cupping it with one hand. He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, making her belly flutter. His eyes were dark as he lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers.
“I think you are right.” He trailed his lips down her jawline and licked her neck. “I should eat something.”
He kissed the top of her breasts, his hands moving down her body and pressing her against the desk. His hands inched the skirt of her gold gown higher as he moved lower until he was on his knees in front of her. She frowned, not sure what he was doing and her eyes widened when he disappeared underneath her skirts.
A scream escaped Serena’s throat when Tywin ran his tongue over her sensitive flesh. Her entire body jumped, but her husband was not letting her get away. His hands took hold of her ass as his mouth continued wreaking havoc on her body. One of his fingers entered her and he wrapped his lips around her clit. Serena lost control of her body and her hips rocked against his mouth. The orgasm rushed through her and flashes of light burst in front of her eyes.
She was still attempting to catch her breath when Tywin was in front of her. He seemed mighty pleased with himself before his mouth was on hers. His tongue flicked against her closed lips and she immediately opened to him. His tongue plunged inside her mouth and she moaned when she realized she was tasting herself. The kiss was aggressive and powerful and he picked her up and sat her on top of the desk. His hands made quick work of her gown and then he was inside of her.
“You put a spell on me.” His voice was harsh, contradicting the way his hands were touching her. “I always crave you.”
“Good.” She nibbled on his bottom lip and smiled against his mouth. “It is all part of my plan.”
“Is it?” Her answer became a moan when he slammed forward, his cock hitting a spot inside of her that made her see stars. “And what do plan to do once I am completely under your power?”
“Many evil things.” Her moans were louder as his thrusts became hard.
Their bodies moved together, neither of them wanting to give in to the other. Her body was in a frenzy as she screamed and her legs tightened around him. Her cunt spasmed uncontrollably while her husband kept thrusting between her thighs. She bucked against him, her body shaking as he groaned against her mouth. Tywin jerked against her and warmth filled her body.
“You are right.” His breathing was harsh and he took a few deep breaths before attempting to speak again. “I do need to rest sometimes.”
“I am always right.”
“Well.” His face was amused. “I would not go that far.”
“No?” Serena smiled before untying her gown and letting it fall to her waist. Tywin’s gaze immediately went to her breasts and he swallowed. “Are you sure?”
“I guess in this instance you are always right.”
Serena laughed as he pulled her closer again. She enjoyed being married to Tywin and finding out new things about him. Before their wedding, she would have never known that her husband had a sense of humor. He was a harsh man, but he could also be really sweet. The more time she spent with Tywin the more she cared for him and she was hoping he was starting to care for her too.
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Jaime had been angry since speaking to his father the night before. He was also ashamed, he had never imagined his father would admit that he knew about him and Cersei. He had been sure his father would have been angrier. Then he had spoken to Cersei this morning and was now even angrier. His sister made it sound like their father had abandoned her and had forgotten about their family once he married Serena Stark.
Jaime had walked to his father’s solar ready to yell at him and now he was wondering if throwing himself down the stairs would be a better solution to his problems. The only good thing about his mother not being alive was that he had never walked in on his mother and father doing anything. He had also never heard his father having sex, that was before today and he wished he could get absorbed into the walls. He had been standing in front of the door for the last twenty minutes and the two knights standing guard refused to look at him. He could tell the men were used to the noises coming from inside the room. Jaime would have been impressed had it not been his father, Serena did not sound displeased in the least.
Jaime flinched when the sound of something breaking reached him and one of the guards smiled but did not say anything. Both men were enjoying his pain.
“I need to speak to my father.” He glared at the man who had smiled. “It is important.”
“I would not interrupt him if I were you.” The guard answered, not intimidated in the least. “The last man who interrupted your father and his wife came out in tears and was almost beheaded.”
“I assure you my father will not behead me,” Jaime said with a roll of his eyes.
“No, but he might throw you out of a window.” The other guard said with a smile.
Jaime wanted to deny it, he and his sister had always been the most important people to his father. But Jaime had seen the way Tywin had looked at Serena the night before. His father could insist all he wanted that his marriage to the Stark girl was strategic, but the man was falling in love. Jaime wanted to hate Serena, he needed to because the woman was taking his father away. Everything had changed and Jaime was not sure if he was comfortable with it.
Chapter 10
Summary:
Sansa and Myrcella have a small request for Serena. Tywin shows Serena he is more than ok with what Sansa and Myrcella asked. This is a short, fluffy chapter. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 10
1 week later.
Serena read the letter again and frowned. Her brother had killed the Boltons and the Freys, he had also executed his wife, after confirming she was not with child. Now he was on his way to Winterfell to take back their home. He was asking for her to send Sansa back once Winterfell was safe. While Serena was sure her sister was dying to return home and see her family she was not sure she was comfortable sending Sansa back. Her sister was still a little fragile and Serena did not trust anyone enough to go with her sister on such a long trip. She would need to speak to Tywin about it. She was hoping that it would be a while before she would need to make the decision.
“This wedding is going to be the death of me.” Serena looked up from the letter and smiled at Tyrion. The man looked tired and annoyed. “I have never met someone so shallow and I have known Cersei my entire life.”
“Let me guess,” Serena said with a laugh. “Margaery is not the paragon of virtue she wants everyone to believe she is.”
“They are asking for so many things.” Tyrion poured himself some wine as he continued to complain. “Even after I told them the coffers are too empty for that, they still have not stopped asking for things.”
“Have you talked to Tywin?”
“No,” Tyrion sat across from her. “You know how my father is, he would consider this a failure. I need to get this taken care of without my father’s help.”
“Well, then I wish you luck,” Serena said with a smile.
Since Tywin had named Tyrion master of coin the poor man had been working nonstop. Tyrion had always wanted his father’s approval and he was working really hard for it. Serena felt bad for him and wished that her husband would be a bit more lenient on some things. She knew that Tywin blamed Tyrion for what happened to his previous wife.
She should have told Tyrion that he should not worry too much about Joffrey’s wedding. If everything worked the way she had planned Joffrey would be dead by then. He was already starting to show signs that he was ill. No one was worried yet and Serena had made sure that no one knew about what she was doing or the meetings that she had been having.
The doors to her chambers opened and Sansa walked in, Myrcella trailing after her. Both girls had a book in their hands and they were rosy-cheeked.
“We have come to ask you something,” Sansa said, the smile never leaving her face, while Myrcella was now biting her lip nervously. “Tywin said that Myrcella would move into the tower of the hand.”
“Yes, I am aware.” Serena leaned back and looked between her sister and the princess. “Tywin told me about it. He wants me to start teaching her about the North and preparing her for when she gets married.”
“Yes,” Sansa appeared very excited. “I was wondering if I could move into your chambers and Myrcella would move into mine. Both chambers are close together and they are two of the three largest chambers here.”
“You want my chambers?” Serena asked amusedly. “Where am I supposed to stay?”
“Please,” Tyrion said with a roll of his eyes. “When was the last time you actually slept in your chambers?”
Serena could not help but flush at Tyrion’s innuendo. He was right, she had not slept in her chambers since the week after her marriage. Tywin’s chambers had become hers also, but he had never invited her to move to his chambers and she did not want to assume.
“Please.” Sansa gave her a pleading look. “I promise both of us will be on our best behavior.”
“I will speak to Tywin tonight.” Both girls smiled and Serena shook her head. “I will let you both know tomorrow.”
Sansa and Myrcella nodded excitedly. She would also have to talk to Sansa about the letter Robb had sent. She wanted to know what her sister thought of returning to the North.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
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Serena had just finished brushing her hair when Tywin walked into his chambers. She had been thinking about what Tyrion had said, it was true that most of her things were in Tywin’s chambers. The only things left on her own were a few gowns. She stood up and turned to look at her husband. It was very late and he looked tired.
“I am sorry I was not able to make it to supper today.” Tywin let out a tired sigh. “It has been a very busy day. Joffrey is still a bit ill, the good thing about that is that he was not getting in my way.”
“I am sorry you have been so busy.” She moved closer to him and helped him take off his coat. “Did you at least eat something?”
“Are you asking if I ate the food you sent me?” His voice was amused and Serena nodded her head. “Yes, I ate it.”
“Good.” She removed his gold tunic and set it aside before turning to look at him. “If you are not tired I would like to speak to you about something.”
“What is it?”
“Myrcella and Sansa came to me with a request today.” Tywin nodded his head and waited for her to continue. “They want to share chambers near each other and since mine and Sansa’s chambers are two of the largest ones here, Sansa wants to move to my chambers so Myrcella can take hers.”
“And you need my permission for that?” The look on his face was a bit confused.
“Well, we have never spoken about it and these are your chambers.” Serena bit her lip. “I did not want to assume that I could just stay here.”
“Well, I like to think about this as our chambers.” He walked to her and wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her against him. “And I like having you here, having you close. This way I can do all kinds of things to you.”
“What kind of things?”
Serena wrapped her hands around his neck, moaning when their mouths met. She had no idea what was about Tywin’s kisses, but they always left her breathless and her body aching.
“How about I show you?” His mouth moved to her ear, his breath tickling her skin. “I have always been much better with actions than words.”
Their clothes were off in the next few seconds and their mouths fused together. Her back hit the bed and he was inside her before she had time to catch her breath. Her body clenched tightly around him and he fucked into her like he was trying to break her and slammed one of his hands down on the bed, next to her head.
“I… I really enjoy your demonstrations.” His cock pushed in and out of her cunt while he played with her clit. “More, I need you.”
One of her hands went to the back of his head while the other one moved to one of his biceps. Her hips moved against him, driving him deeper into her body. Her scream seemed to make him want to fuck her harder, because his hips moved even faster, driving her orgasm even higher. Her voice echoed around the room as he grunted, and his body tensed.
For a few moments, everything was peaceful, the only thing that could be heard in the room was their breathing. Tywin lay next to her and Serena curled herself against him, lying her head on his chest. The moments after they made love were always the sweetest, he would always cuddle her and appeared to enjoy being close to her. Tywin was not the best at expressing his emotions, but when they were alone he was always sweet to her. He took his time to touch her and kiss her. The Tywin Lannister alone with her was very different than the one people knew.
Serena Stark
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
Chapter 11
Summary:
Sansa and Jaime talk a bit after he helps her. Tywin makes some things clear to his son. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 11
1 month later.
Sansa walked through the halls and smiled as she looked down at the book she had been able to find in the library. Since finding out that Myrcella would be marrying Robb when she came of age, the princess had asked Sansa to tell her stories about the North and Winterfell. Sansa had told her about some of the stories she remembered, but she had been ashamed to admit that she did not know that many. When Sansa was a small girl she had fantasized about leaving Winterfell and going south. She had never paid much attention to the northern stories, she had been more interested in stories about the South.
Even if she did not remember a lot of the stories, she had promised Myrcella she would try and find a book about the North. It had taken Sansa a few days, but she finally found a book about northern stories and she could not wait to show it to Myrcella. She was almost at the tower of the hand when one of the knights of the Kingsguard blocked her path. Sansa paled when she realized it was Boros Blount standing in front of her. The man gave her a sneer which made her belly jump and for a moment she was sure she would faint. A hand pulled her back while someone stepped in front of her. Her breathing evened out when she remembered she had guards with her. Her two red cloaks would not allow anyone to hurt her.
“The queen wishes to speak to the girl,” Boros said while glaring at the knight standing between him and Sansa. “It was an order.”
“We only receive orders from Lord Tywin.” One of the red cloaks took a step forward. “Lady Sansa is to be taken to the tower of the hand.”
“The queen must be obeyed.” Boros also took a step forward. “You are no one to disobey our queen.”
The knight standing in front of Sansa put his hand on his sword, while the other one moved Sansa back a few steps. She should have known better than to leave the tower for so long, but since Joffrey had been ill she had felt safer leaving and walking around the Red Keep. The king had not left his chambers in a fortnight and no one had bothered her since then. Apparently, her solitude was over and she was afraid that the two men in front of her would kill each other.
“What is happening here?” The voice made all three men look to the right and Sansa followed suit. Ser Jaime stood there glaring at Boros. “What do you think you are doing?”
“I am here to take the girl to the queen.” Boros turned his glare towards her and Sansa took another step back. “The queen has ordered it.”
Jaime looked at her for a few seconds before moving closer to Boros. “My father had ordered Lady Sansa be taken to the tower of the hand immediately and that is what will be done.”
“You can..” Jaime moved so quickly that Sansa was not sure what had happened, but he stopped the man mid-sentence.
“If you want to insist I can stab you and be done with it.” The threat was made almost as a jest, but Sansa saw Boros swallow. “Now, move out of the way and tell my sister that if she wishes to speak to Lady Sansa she can visit her here.”
The man looked at Jaime for a moment before swallowing once more and leaving. Sansa did not let out the breath she had been holding until Boros was out of sight. Once the man was gone the two red cloaks stepped aside as Jaime approached her.
“Are you well?” He gave her a concerned look.
“Yes,” Sansa cleared her throat and made sure to speak a bit loudly. “Thank you.”
“I will accompany you the rest of the way.” He offered her his arm and Sansa took it after a few moments. “I need to speak to my father anyway.”
“I believe he is in a meeting with Tyrion. They have been meeting a lot since the king’s wedding to Lady Margaery had to be postponed.” Sansa shook her head and gave Jaime an amused look. “Unless my sister forced him to stop for a moment.”
“What would she force him to stop working?” Jaime asked with a frown on his face.
“Well, she does that sometimes when she knows he has not eaten.” Jaime nodded, but his expression was still tight. “You do not like my sister, do you?”
The older man looked at her and shook his head. “I do not know her very well.”
“She is really nice and sweet.” Sansa loved Serena and was not happy that Jaime seemed to have a problem with her. Serena was unhappy about the situation since she knew Jaime was Tywin’s favorite child. “And she cares a lot about your father and the rest of your family.” When Jaime gave her an incredulous look Sansa shrugged. “With certain exceptions, of course.”
“Is that your way of saying your sister does not like my sister and nephew?”
“Your sister and nephew are not very likable people.” Sansa had been afraid to speak the truth for so long and she did not want to hold herself back. She was not happy that Jaime was judging Serena based on his sister’s opinion. “They enjoy hurting people for no reason other than to amuse themselves.”
“You are very loyal.” His voice was not unfriendly.
“Loyalty is an admirable quality to have.” They entered the tower of the hand and Sansa let go of his arm and turned to look at him. “But sometimes we have to make sure we are giving our loyalty to the right person.”
Sansa gave Jaime a small nod before turning on her heel and walking to her chambers. She was sure Myrcella was going to be waiting for her.
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“You need to stop worrying so much.” His wife’s voice was sweet against his neck. She fed him another orange slice. “Things are not going to change just because you continue to worry.”
Tywin swallowed the orange slice and shook his head. “I am sure part of my job is to worry about the issues in the kingdom, especially now that the king is ill.”
“Was he any better when he was healthy?” Her voice sounded amused and he had to smile. She was not wrong.
“No, but now we have scared lords.” Most of the people in the castle were annoying him, he was thankful for the moments alone with his wife. Serena was the only thing keeping him sane. “People are not very fond of change.”
“That is true.”
Serena stayed on his lap, one of her hands caressing his face as he ran a hand up and down her arm. The sleeves of her blue gown were transparent, allowing him to see her creamy skin. She had walked into his study, without knocking and lured Tyrion away with the promise of food and wine. She then returned, carrying a tray with food, sitting in his lap, and forcing him to eat when he had refused. Tywin knew there were things he should be doing, and people he should be talking to, but having Serena on his lap was much more pleasurable. He shook his head, chastising himself at his thoughts.
“I think is time you leave.” Serena sat up straighter and gave him a surprised look. “I have things to do.”
“And you cannot do them while I am here?” She gave him a playful pout, knowing exactly what she was doing.
“No, I cannot.” He glared at her. “You are very distracting.”
“Fine.” Serena rolled her eyes. “I will leave you to your boring work and your lords.”
She leaned forward and kissed him softly, running her tongue over his closed lips. Tywin moaned and buried his hands in her hair, pulling her closer and ravishing her mouth. Maybe his work could wait for a while longer, fucking his beautiful wife on his desk sounded much more appealing. It only took a few seconds for the kiss to grow out of control and for Serena to start rubbing her bottom against him. Tywin’s hands went to the back of her gown when the doors to his solar opened and Jaime’s voice interrupted the moment.
“Father, there is someth…” Serena broke the kiss and her eyes were horrified. They both turned to look at Jaime who was also looking horrified. “I am sorry, I did not know you were busy.”
“You would have if you had bothered to knock.” He could not help but sound a bit put out. His afternoon had been heading in a very pleasurable direction before his son had so rudely interrupted. “What do you want?”
“I think I will leave the both of you to speak alone.” Serena stood up, fixing her gown and hair before taking the tray that had been set on his desk. Her face was as red as her hair as she avoided Jaime’s gaze at all costs. “Ser Jaime.”
She walked out of the solar quickly and Tywin looked back at his son, who was glaring after his wife. Tywin could not understand the animosity his son felt towards his wife. Serena had been nothing but pleasant and sweet to Jaime and Tywin was growing tired of his son acting like a child.
“Stop glaring at my wife.” His son turned to him and shook his head. “If you do not like her keep your feelings to yourself. I will not have you making her feel uncomfortable.”
“You have changed.” His son took the chair across from him. “I would have never thought I would find you in your solar about to fuck a woman in the middle of the day.”
“Not any woman, my wife.” He dragged out the word wife. “And I have been working nonstop all day, I see no reason why I should not take a few minutes for myself.”
“The king is ill,” Jaime said like that was supposed to be the answer to everything. Tywin just looked at his son and raised an eyebrow. “The maesters are not able to alleviate his symptoms. He continues to get worse day by day.”
“I am aware,” Tywin said as he stood up and moved around the desk.
“If you are aware.” Jaime’s eyes were filled with fire as he stood up and clenched his fists. “Then why are you locked away in your solar, fucking your whore instead of worrying about the kingdom?”
Tywin’s vision filled with red and for the first time since Jaime was born, he wanted to kill him. His hands wrapped around his son’s neck as he turned and slammed Jaime on the desk.
“If you ever refer to my wife as a whore again you will not enjoy the consequences.” Jaime’s face had become red, but Tywin did not let up. He had been too lenient with his children, it was time they learned what would happen if they crossed him. “I have done nothing but worry about the kingdom since Robert Baratheon died, so do not come in here and tell me I am not doing my job.”
He squeezed his son’s neck once more before letting him go and taking a step back. Jaime started coughing and his hands went to his neck, rubbing it. His son should have known better than to defy him. Tywin had been working for his family and kingdom since he was a boy.
“In case you are wondering I have already started working to make sure things run smoothly.” He straightened his tunic before looking up at his son, who was still rubbing his throat. “That is the reason I have moved Tommen to the tower of the hand.”
“You are preparing him to be king.” Jaime’s eyes widened. “You have given up on Joffrey.”
“No, the maesters have given up on Joffrey.” Tywin would not lie and say he was brokenhearted about it. Joffrey dying was the best thing for the kingdom, even while the boy was his blood, he was vile. “They have told me he will not live and Tommen is the heir. He needs to learn how to rule and seeing the horrible job Cersei did with Joffrey there is no way I will allow Tommen to learn how to be a king from her.”
“I should have known.” His son looked almost disappointed. “You always have a plan.”
“Yes, I do.” He would not lie to his son, even if they were not seeing things the same way right now. “For now the plan is to keep Tommen far away from the Tyrells and make sure he learns how to be a good ruler.” Jaime just stared at him and Tywin shrugged. “It is up to you if you want to stay by his side or if you want to spend the rest of your life mourning a cruel and petty boy who enjoyed torturing innocents for his own amusement.”
Jaime flinched but did not correct him. His son knew what Joffrey had done, the things people whispered. Tywin wished his son would wake up and realize that he had given up his life for something that would never be his, not truly.
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Chapter 12
Summary:
Serena and Tywin have a little alone time before receiving some news. Sansa and Cersei have a small encounter. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 12
4 days later.
Serena moaned against Tywin’s mouth, her breath loud in the room as she rocked her hips against her husband’s. They were both sitting up on the bed, Tywin’s back against the headboard as his hands on her hips urged her to ride him faster. Lately, he had been so busy that they only saw each other at night, and most of the time he was too tired to make love to her. He had not been able to have supper with her and the rest of the family for the past four days, but Serena had made sure to send him food and that he ate it.
Today had been one of the days he had been able to make it to their chambers before she was asleep and he had pounced on her the moment he walked into the room. Not that she minded or protested too much, she had missed him as well and was as hungry for him as he was for her.
His hands went to her ass, gripping the globes and bouncing her faster on his cock. His mouth lowered and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking on it until her cry echoed around the room and her nails dug into his shoulders.
“You are so beautiful.” He gave her nipple one last lick before his mouth moved to her other breast. “And so sweet.”
“AH!” The cry escaped her when he sucked her other breast into his mouth. While the pace was nice and she enjoyed it, she needed something more. “Fuck me harder!” Her cries made him suck harder but his pace did not change and he did not allow her to move faster either. “Please, I need it harder.”
He finally seemed to hear her because he thrust up at the same time he slammed her hips down. Their pace became frantic as she pleaded and begged, her channel tightening around his cock until with one last thrust he found his release, setting off her own as well. Her head fell on his shoulder as she attempted to catch her breath. He ran his hands up and down her back for a few seconds, before moving them down the bed until he was lying on his back with her lying on top of him.
Serena drew circles on his chest, her breathing finally under control. “I am hoping you can rest tomorrow.”
“I do not think I can.” He continued caressing her back. “I am dealing with Oberyn Martell and he is not an easy man. He is asking for things that are out of my control.”
“That is because he thinks you will not give him what he wants.” She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest so she could see his face. “He wants vengeance for his sister.”
“And how would you know that?”
“Because everyone knows it.” Serena did not want to give too much away or lose her husband’s trust. “I have talked to him a few times in the gardens and also with his paramour. You can see how much he loved his sister anytime he talks about her and the pain he still feels when thinking of her death.”
“He blames me for it.” Tywin let out a sigh as his hand continued caressing her back. “I cannot give him what he wants, it will never be enough.”
“He knows you ordered those men to go after Elia and her children, but he also knows that you did not give the order to kill them.” Tywin had denied for years that he had ordered the mountain to kill the princess and her children and Sansa believed him. While Tywin was a man capable of great brutality, he would not order something so despicable. “He wants the mountain.”
“I know, he does.” He seemed to think about it for a moment. “And you think that will quench his thirst for vengeance?”
“Yes,” Serena moved up his body, giving him a bright smile. “As long as you allow him to kill the man himself.”
Her husband seemed to think about it for a moment before finally nodding his head. Serena’s smile did not leave her face as she lowered her head and kissed him. She rubbed her body against his, wanting her husband again. The kiss grew more passionate and she could feel Tywin’s cock hardening against her when there was a loud knock at the door.
“That is it.” He looked annoyed as he set her aside and got off the bed, dressing himself quickly. “I am going to kill someone.”
Serena let out a giggle, before pulling on her nightgown. She walked behind Tywin as he ripped open the door and the man on the other side swallowed before taking a couple of steps back.
“I am sorry for disturbing you, my lord.” The man bowed so low his head almost touched the ground and Serena could see he was trembling, she did not blame him, Tywin’s face was darker than a thunder could. “I have important news.”
“Then speak!” The man jumped even though her husband had not yelled.
“Ser Jaime sent me.” The man straightened up and gave them both an apologetic look. “The king is dead.”
Serena’s eyes widened and she looked at Tywin, his face appeared to be made of stone as he nodded at the man and gestured for him to leave. Once the man had left her husband just stood there, holding the door and staring into nothing. Serena took his hand and closed the door softly, before guiding him towards one of the chairs in their solar. He did not look sad or heartbroken, he looked like he was thinking about the next step and Serena let out a loud sigh. It was going to be a busy few days.
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Sansa tried to stay out of the queen’s way, the woman was grieving and on a war path. She had even accused Tywin of not caring about Joffrey and wishing for his death. Sansa had not said anything, but she was sure that most people in the kingdom and the Free Cities wished for the boy’s death. Margaery was acting like a grieving widow and Sansa rolled her eyes. The woman had hated Joffrey too, Sansa had seen it in her eyes, but she had wanted to be queen more than anything. If Margaery was grieving about something, it was the fact that all her prospects of queenship had died with Joffrey.
Serena stood the the side, next to her husband and Tommen. The poor boy did not look sad, Joffrey had been cruel to him also, but he did look overwhelmed. Sansa felt for him, he was too young to be king. She had seen the way the Tyrells had been eying the boy like he was a tasty piece of meat. They could not get to him since Tywin had moved Tommen into the tower of the hand and had his most loyal men guarding him.
Once the viewing was over they all made their way back to the Red Keep, Jaime riding with the queen. Sansa resisted the urge to roll her eyes again at the way the man was acting like Cersei was a wounded fragile bird.
Sansa was attempting to return to the tower of the hand when Cersei appeared in front of her. The woman gave her a hateful look and Sansa swallowed, she had never understood why the queen hated her so much. The woman had never liked her, even when Sansa had done everything in her power to be in her good graces. Cersei hated her more than she hated Serena.
“You must be happy.” The woman spat, her eyes a bit wild. “You wanted him dead and you finally got your wish.”
“I am sorry for your loss, your grace.” Not really, but she had been raised to be polite. “I know how much you will miss him.”
She should have expected the slap, but it took her by surprise and it took a few seconds for the sting to register. Sansa touched the spot, a little surprised that the woman had slapped where anyone could see them, but she did not cry. This was her fault, she should not have sent the guards away. She had felt a bit safer since Joffrey’s death, but she should have known better.
“How dare you?” Sansa took a step back as Cersei’s glare intensified. “You lying wh…”
“Your grace.” The voice took the queen by surprise and both women looked to the side, Sansa was surprised to see Oberyn Martell standing there, a curious look on his face. The man looked at Sansa and she saw the moment he noticed her red cheek. He turned back to the queen, his eyes a little harder. “I believe Ser Jaime was looking for you, it seemed important.”
The queen glared at both of them before turning around and stomping away.
“I thought she disliked me, but she seems to hate you.” He moved closer to her and pinched her chin between his fingers moving her head to the side so he could get a better look at her face. “You are lucky she did not cut you with one of her rings.”
“It would not be the first time.” Surprise flashed in Oberyn’s eyes before he was able to mask it. “Thank you for your help.”
He made her nervous and she was not sure why, his hands felt very warm on her skin and the way he was looking at her made her feel self-conscious. He continued to look at her until she blushed and looked away.
Oberyn smirked before taking her right hand and kissing her knuckles. “It was a pleasure to see you again, Lady Sansa.”
She nodded and walked away quickly, not sure what had happened and not sure if she liked it. She would have to ask Serena about it and she would have to make sure to stay away from Cersei. The woman was looking for someone to take her anger out on.
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
Chapter 13
Summary:
Jaime crosses a line and Tywin is not happy. Robb Stark gets a surprise. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 13
3 days later.
“Will I be a good king?” Serena’s needle stopped and she looked up at Tommen, the boy giving her an expectant look.
“Do you think you will be a good king?”
“I do not know.” He shrugged and took another lemon cake from the tray. “My father was a great warrior, he even defeated Prince Rhaegar in battle, but people say he was not a good king. Then, there was Joffrey, who was mean and cruel and people hated him. I do not want to be like him or like my father.”
“Do you know what made your father and Joffrey bad kings?” The boy shook his head. “They were selfish and worried about no one but themselves. A good king must care for his people and their wellbeing.” She set her embroidery aside and gave Tommen all her attention. “Your father only wanted things that brought him pleasure, he did not attend council meetings and did not care about the trouble of his people. Your brother was similar, only caring about what brought him pleasure, and was cruel to the ones who needed his help.”
“How do I know I will not be the same?”
“A good king needs to be strong, smart, and brave.” She cupped the side of his face. “But a great king knows that he gets his strength from his people, listens to council, and surrounds himself with wise men who can advise him.”
Tommen stared at her for a moment, seeming to think about her words, before nodding. “I want to be a great king.”
“Then, you shall be.”
Tommen was a sweet child, gentle and of good heart. Serena was afraid that his good heart would be abused by his mother or if the Tyrells were able to get a hold of him. For now, Tywin was protecting him and had made sure to keep the Tyrells away. They had actually been sent back to Highgarden. Olenna had tried to protest, but Tywin made it clear there was nothing left for them in Kings Landing. Joffrey was dead and Margaery was not an appropriate wife for Tommen. The woman had been furious, but in the end, she did not have a choice and ended up leaving, taking the rest of her family with her. Serena was not stupid enough to believe it was the last time they would be hearing from them.
Cersei had been locked in her chambers and would only let Jaime in every once in a while. Tywin had been furious and gotten into a very heated argument with Jaime. While all of this was happening Sansa and Myrcella kept to themselves, enjoying each other’s companies, their books, and embroidery. While poor Tommen had been abandoned by almost everyone. Serena had found him in the halls the day after Joffrey’s funeral and he had spent every day after that with her in her chambers. Sometimes he would bring toys, other times he would bring his cat and he enjoyed it when she read to him the most.
The doors to her chambers opened and Jaime walked in, looked between her and Tommen, and frowned. The little boy jumped off his chair and ran to his uncle, wrapping his arms around his waist.
“Uncle Jaime.” Tommen took a step back. “Have you come to play?”
“I afraid not, your grace.” His smile was gentle as he ruffled the boy's curls. “I am here to speak to your grandsire.”
“Tommen.” Serena stood up and walked to the boy, running a hand over his upper back. “Why don’t you go to Sansa’s chambers, she is there with your sister, and tell them that the midday meal will be ready in thirty minutes and I expect them to be punctual.”
The boy nodded quickly, eager to have a task before running out of the room and leaving her alone with Jaime.
“I am sorry, Ser Jaime.” She was painfully aware that the man did not like her. “My husband is not here.”
“Yes, it has been hard to even get a look at him these past few days.”
“Yes, it is hard running a kingdom.”
“I imagine it is.” He narrowed his eyes. “But you would think he would have time to at least go to see his daughter, who is mourning the death of her son.”
“I believe the last time he went to see her she threw a book at his head.” Serena kept her voice gentle, she knew the man was suffering and felt bad for him. “I believe he might try again in a few days.”
“In a few days?” Jaime scoffed. “Why can he not go now?”
“Because like I said, he has been busy.”
“Busy?” His sarcastic voice annoyed her, but she kept her composure. His next words made the breath leave her body and her face flush. “He is not too busy to fuck you every night. I can see death makes you particularly needy, Lady Lannister.”
Serena had always been gentle, not quick to anger and she liked to think things through before taking action. She was not the kind of person who acted rashly without thinking of the consequences. This is why her actions this time took her by surprise, but she did not regret them. Her hand snuck out and she slapped Jaime across the face, hard. He looked shocked and his eyes widened.
“You will never speak to me that way again.” She glared at the man, she had tried everything to make him like her. She had wanted to have a good relationship with him, for her husband’s sake, but she would not allow his disrespect any longer. “I might be younger than you are, but I am a lady from a noble house and I am your father’s wife. You will watch your tone.”
“Well, it seems my sister was right, you have claws after all.” His eyes were icy as he stared her down. “You married my father and pulled him away from his family. He set Joffrey and Cersei aside for you.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I have never asked your father to stay away from his family. He separated himself from them because he finally saw what everyone had been telling him for years.”
“And what is that?” Asked Jaime as he took a step towards her.
“That your son was a vile creature who enjoyed torturing those weaker than himself. It made him feel powerful and not like the weak child he was.” She had always watched her words, but if Jaime wanted to hate her then she would at least tell him the truth. “And that your sister is a petty and jealous woman who cannot stand when the attention is not on her. A woman who fucked half the castle when the king was still alive and even more after his death.”
Jaime moved so fast she did not see him, his chest pushing her backward and her hip slammed against the table, making her cry out. She saw regret flash in his eyes and in the next moment he had been thrown away from her and in front of her stood Tywin. Her husband looked more animal than man, like the lion from his house seal. She had never seen Tywin so upset and apparently neither had Jaime because his eyes widened in fear.
“If you ever attack her like that again I will throw you in the black cells for a fortnight.” Tywin was breathing hard, his gaze not moving away from his son as Jaime stood up. “Now, leave and you are not welcome back here until you apologize.”
Jaime looked between them before leaving, slamming the doors behind him. Tywin approached her quickly, checking her over and making sure she was not injured.
“I am fine.” While she had been upset by Jaime’s comments she had not wanted them to fight. “He did not hit me, he just startled me a bit and I bumped my hip against the table.”
“Do not make excuses for his behavior.” He cupped her face. “I saw the way he charged at you. There is no excuse for that.”
“I said pretty awful things.”
“Were they a lie?”
“No,” She had seen Jaime was hurting and still had said those mean things. She knew better than to act out of anger. “But I do not think he was ready to hear them.”
Tywin wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body, hugging her to him. Jaime had been falling under Cersei’s spell since Joffrey’s death. He had seen his sister’s suffering and started feeling bad for her once more. It was like he had forgotten the anger he had felt towards his sister and now things were back to the way they used to be. The closer Jaime got to Cersei, the more strained his relationship with Tywin became.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
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1 month later.
He was finally back in Winterfell, everything looked the same and so different at the same time. Maybe it was him who was different, things had changed so much since he had left his home. Things had been so simple before, his soul had not been so dark. He felt like he had lost everything that had been important to him. He had betrayed his word for a woman who had been playing with him from the beginning. Nothing of what she told him was true and in the end, he was forced to kill her. He had lost his best friend, the man he thought of as a brother, who had betrayed him and killed his brothers. He had killed an entire northern house, the last member had been killed during the battle to take back Winterfell. He was a king, but he had never been more alone.
“You have been out here for a while.” Robb looked up from his spot under the heart tree and stared at his little sister. He had thought she was dead too, until the hound had shown up with her. He was happy to at least have one of his sisters back. “I believe our mother is worried.”
“She has been worried a lot lately.” His mother kept looking at him like she expected him to break down. “She does not know how to speak to me any longer.”
“I do not think she knows how to speak to any of us.” Arya sat beside him. “We never had the best relationship to start with and now that she sees I am not the lady she wants me to be she is not happy with me.”
“You do not have to be anyone but yourself Arya.” He had been forced to do many things he hated and he would never force his siblings to do something they did not want. “I am the king and I promise you will never be forced to do something you do not want.”
“How do you think our mother will react to that?” She gave him an amused look. “She might get upset and then you will not be her favorite any longer.”
Robb smiled and shook his head. He had not smiled in a while, he was not even sure his smiles were real. It felt like something inside him was broken, he was upset all the time and preferred to be alone. Before he had always liked having people around, but now they all reminded him of the things he did not have. No father, no wife, his sisters were hundreds of leagues away, his brother was at the wall and his mother could barely look him in the eye.
“So you are marrying Myrcella Baratheon.” His sister was giving him a curious look. “How do you feel about that?”
“She is not a Baratheon, she is a Lannister.” He was not happy about having to marry her. “I have been told she looks similar to her mother. What if she acts the same way? I do not want to be tied to a woman I do not love for the rest of my life.”
“Maybe you might be able to get out of it before it happens.” Arya shrugged. “I mean she will not be coming here for a while. You have six years to find a way to get out of it.”
“No, I cannot.” He could not afford to make any more mistakes. “I already broke my word once and almost died because of it. I promised Tywin Lannister I would wed his granddaughter and that is exactly what I will do.”
Arya nodded, understanding on her face. Things had been complicated since their return. He was not sure he could be a good king, he was not even sure he was capable of being a good man anymore.
“ROBB, ARYA!” Both of them jumped up at their mother’s frantic voice.
They made it to the edge of the Godswood to find Catelyn Stark frantically looking for them. Robb moved quickly, looking at her with concern. “What is the matter?”
“Rickon.” She had to take several deep breaths before she could speak again. “Rickon is back, he is alive and he is here.”
Both Robb and Arya looked at their mother like she was insane before they took off running towards the castle, coming to a stop in the courtyard. There, close to the entrance to the crypt’, stood Rickon. He was a bit older, but there was no mistake it was him. He could not believe it, his little brother was back. Their pack was becoming one once more.
Robb Stark (18 years old.)
Chapter 14
Summary:
Serena gives Tywin some news. Jaime discovers something about his sister's plans that he is not ok with. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 14
Once the maid finished helping her dress she bowed and left the chambers without saying a word. Serena was happy, she had gotten a letter from Robb and found out that her brother Rickon was alive. She had been walking on clouds since hearing the news, and Sansa was very pleased as well. Her sister was happy that their family was safe, but she was not sure she wanted to return to the North, at least not yet. Sansa wanted to spend some more time with Serena.
Things had settled down a bit since Joffrey’s death and Cersei was back terrorizing everyone in the city. Jaime had been spending time with Cersei and Tywin would glare at both of them any time he saw them together. Her husband and Jaime had barely spoken since their fight and Serena could not help but feel guilty. She had not wanted to come between Tywin and his son.
Her husband had been spending a lot of time with Tommen, teaching the boy how to rule. Tommen had decided that his grandsire would be the one to run the kingdom until he came of age. Cersei had not been happy about it and had tried to take Tommen away, but Tywin had not allowed it and made it clear that Tommen would be staying under his care.
“Enter,” Serena called out when there was a knock on the doors.
“Princess.” The maester bowed. That was another thing she was trying to get used to. Since her brother was now king in the north she and her siblings were considered princes and princesses. She was still not used to people calling her princess. The maester approached her. “I have brought you something that will help settle your stomach.”
The man handed her a small vial. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” The maester cleared his throat, looking around nervously. “I have also spoken to one of the kitchen maids, they will bring you tea every morning that should make you feel a bit better. If the…”
The man stopped talking when the doors opened and Tywin walked in. He frowned when she saw the maester standing there and gave her a questioning look. The maester swallowed and bowed, before making a hasty exit. Tywin's eyes followed the man’s exit before giving her a questioning look.
“What was he doing here?”
“He just came to bring me something.” She showed him the vial, before placing it on the table. “He said the kitchens would be bringing me tea every morning to help settle my stomach.”
“I did not know you were ill.” Tywin moved closer to her, a concerned frown on his face. “How long has this been happening for?”
“I am not ill.” She bit her lip and gave him an unsure look. “I am with child.”
Tywin’s eyes widened and he looked at her like she was an apparition. Serena just stood there, waiting for him to get used to the news. She had found out about her pregnancy two days prior, but Tywin had worked really late. This was the first time she had seen him during the day in the past two days.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She was thinking about what else she could say when Tywin yanked her to him and took her mouth in a lusty kiss. Serena moaned, one of her hands cupping his face as she returned the kiss. He broke the kiss and smiled at her.
“I am guessing this means you are happy about the news?”
“Yes,” He laughed and gave her a quick kiss. “I am the happiest. I cannot wait to see you grow large with my child.”
Serena laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had been afraid to tell him about her pregnancy, not wanting to overwhelm him. He had a lot of pressure, the kingdom, the lords, and even their family were all needed something from him at all times. She did not want to add to all the problems he already had. But she was happy that he knew now and that he was happy about it. She could not wait to start a family with him.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
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“THAT FUCKING WHORE!” Jaime stepped to the side as Cersei threw her cup at the wall, missing his head by a few inches. She had been on a warpath since discovering Serena’s pregnancy. He was not sure who had told her about it. “I cannot believe he is doing this to us.”
“He is not doing anything.” Jaime had made a lot of excuses for Cersei since Joffrey’s death, but he could not understand why she was so upset. This should not be a surprise. “We knew that the reason our father married her was because she could give him children. He needs heirs.”
“We are his heirs!” She glared at him.
“No, we are not.” He might not like the woman, but he was not deluding himself either. “You cannot be his heir since you are a woman and I gave up my inheritance when I joined the kingsguard. The only one who can inherit anything is Tyrion and we both know that our father would rather die than leave anything to him.”
“Tyrion will not inherit anything!” Cersei spat while approaching him. “And neither will that bastard the whore is carrying.”
“What do you mean?” He did not like the way that sounded.
“You did not think I would allow that whore to take what belongs to me.” She seemed to realize her mistake. “To us. Her child will not be born.”
Jaime did not say anything and just watched as she continued to rant. He had been asking himself how she had found out about Serena’s pregnancy when it had not been announced yet. As far as Jaime was aware no one knew, and yet Cersei had found out about it. He did not like the way she spoke about getting rid of the child. Even if Jaime did not like Serena, she was carrying his brother or sister. It was an innocent babe and he tried to convince himself that his sister would not be that cruel, but he knew her better than that.
He left the chambers, his sister still ranting and not even realizing he had left. Jaime ran all the way to the tower of the hand. The guards looked at him wide-eyed and did not attempt to stop him. He was lucky that Addam Marbrand was the one standing outside his father’s chamber doors. His friend’s eyes widened and he opened the doors. Jaime ran in and found his father, Serena, Sansa, Myrcella, Tommen, and Tyrion breaking their fast. All of them turned to him with shocked eyes and his father looked furious. Jaime had to take several deep breaths before he was able to speak.
“You cannot trust the maester.” His father and Serena frowned at each other before looking back at him. “You cannot take anything he has given you.”
“Sansa, Myrcella.” Serena stood up and smiled at the two girls. “How about you take Tommen to your chambers for a few minutes? I will call you back once we talk to Jaime.”
The two girls nodded and did as the woman asked, Myrcella giving him a small smile as she walked past him and the doors closed behind them.
“Explain yourself.” His father was standing next to Serena, glaring at him.
“Have the two of you told anyone Serena is with child?” Jaime asked, watching a surprised look appear on his father and Serena’s faces.
“You are with child?” Asked Tyrion but they all ignored him.
“We have not told anyone, I just told Tywin yesterday.” Serena’s look was curious. “How do you know I am with child?”
“Because Cersei told me, well she screamed it at me.” He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. “If you two have not told anyone then the only other person to know is the maester.” His father’s face filled with understanding. “And Cersei is convinced the child will not be born.”
“The maester gave me some medicine to help with my stomach, but I have not taken it yet.” Serena looked at his father, her face filled with fear. “Someone should be here shortly with a tea the maester had them prepare for me.”
“I am sure the maester told Cersei about the child and that they are both planning something,” Jaime said and gave his father an apologetic look.
“Ser Addam!” The man appeared before Tywin had finished saying his name. “Arrest the maester and take him to the black cells. My daughter will be confined to her chambers until I can speak to her.” Addam nodded before leaving immediately to do as his father ordered. Tywin turned to Tyrion. “Go to the kitchens and find that tea, we will have another maester examine it and see what is in it.”
Tyrion nodded, before leaving also. His father turned to look at him and Jaime fought the need to fidget. His father let out a sigh before turning to his wife and cupping her face.
“Stay here, I will have the guards standing outside.” Serena nodded and his father kissed her lips softly. “I will let the children know they can return.”
His father kissed the woman once more before turning and leaving, giving him a nod on his way out. Once his father was gone Jaime shifted uncomfortably. He had not seen Serena since the day he attacked her and he felt guilty every time he looked at her. He should have never done what he did, he was not even sure why he disliked his stepmother. She had been nothing but polite to him and he could tell that she truly loved his father.
“I am sorry.” Her head came up and she gave him a surprised look, but now that he had started he needed to get it all out. “I should have never approached you that way or said the things I did. My father was right to be angry and to kick me out. I should have never treated you that way and I apologize for that.”
“I am sorry too, I should not have said those things to you. They were true, but Cersei and Joffrey are still your family and I knew that you were not ready to hear those things.” She gave him a hesitant smile, which he returned. “I am sorry for coming between you and your father, that was never my intention.”
“I know.” He could not blame her, he had been the one to pull away from his father.
“Jaime, your father loves you, more than anything or anyone.” Her hands tightened on the skirt of her blue gown. “I would never get in between the both of you.”
“I know that.” And he did know that Serena had never been anything but nice to him. Jaime should have known better than to listen to his sister. Tommen and Myrcella loved the woman, so she could not be so bad. His father also loved her and she made him happy, he should give her a chance just for that. “I am sorry, I will return later today.”
She nodded and he could tell she was pleased by it. He was hoping to speak to his father later and tell him how sorry he was. He needed the rest of his family, not just Cersei.
Serena Stark
Tywin Lannister
Chapter 15
Summary:
Tywin talks to Cersei and Jaime and comes to a realization 🙄. Sansa and Oberyn have a little talk. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 15
The maester had screamed for hours, but he had talked after a while. The man had not been stupid enough to put something in the medicine he had given Serena, but he had ordered something put in the tea he had made for her. The idea had been to make it seem like Serena had a miscarriage brought on by natural causes. The maester had also said that Cersei had paid him a large amount of gold, she was the one to come up with the plan, she and that maesters of hers. Tywin then had Qyburn brought in and now the man was being tortured by Addam, the man enjoying himself immensely. Addam, just like the rest of his men had come to love Serena and Sansa and were upset that someone had tried to hurt Serena, especially when she was carrying Tywin’s child.
The guards standing outside Cersei’s chambers bowed and opened the doors for him. Tywin walked in and was a bit surprised when he saw Jaime. He had thought his son would have wanted to stay out of it, but he had been wrong. His daughter gave him an annoyed look.
“How dare you have me confined to my chambers?” She glared at him. “I am the queen, you have no right to do this.”
“You are the queen mother.” Tywin’s voice was calm, as he stared at his daughter. She looked so much like Joanna but was nothing like her mother. Joanna had been sweet, kind, and generous. She had enjoyed people and helping others, while Cersei was the complete opposite. He had raised a spoiled and petty child, who had become a spoiled, petty, and cruel woman. He had never thought there would be anything to make him turn away from his children, but then his daughter had tried to hurt his family. “And you are not very good at that either. What made you think that you could hurt my wife and unborn child?”
“I do not know what you are talking about.” She was truly expecting him to believe her, to take her at her word.
“Yes, you do.” He saw Jaime tense, expecting Tywin to out him. Tywin and Jaime already had enough issues without adding even more. “The maester you send to poison my wife talked, a lot. And we have Qyburn in the black cells, he is being sharply questioned, and believe me when I say I will get the answers I want.”
“You have no right to imprison Qyburn.” Cersei moved closer to him. “He is my maester and I want him released now.”
“You do not give me orders.” Tywin was tired of covering for his daughter’s mistakes. “You have crossed a line Cersei, and I am not allowing you to get anywhere near my wife or my child.”
“What?” She said with a laugh. “Are you going to whisk her away to the rock?”
“No,” He was tired of playing games and he was not going to allow his daughter to destroy his family. “From now on you will be confined to your chambers and you will not be allowed to leave or to see anyone until I say so.”
“You cannot do that.” She looked shocked that he would punish her for what she had done. She turned to look at Jaime, her eyes becoming wide and filling with tears. “Jaime you cannot let him do this.”
“It will not be forever Cersei.” Jaime looked apologetic. “You were planning to do something unforgivable, you had to know it would not go unpunished.”
“It was you.” Her sad eyes became angry as she glared at Jaime. “You were the one who told our father.”
“What you were planning to do was cruel.” Jaime shook his head and gave his sister a disappointed look. “You were planning to kill our brother or sister.”
“That bastard is nothing to us!” Snapped Cersei.
Tywin lost his patience and for the first time in his life, he hit one of his children. The slap echoed around the room and Cersei fell to the ground. She looked at him like she did not know who he was. Tywin could tell that she was genuinely hurt and Jaime was looking at him with wide eyes. Tywin wished he could say he regretted it, but he did not, he should have hit his daughter before. He should have been harder with Cersei, maybe she would have turned out differently. Tywin turned to look at his son.
“Get out,” Tywin said to his son, who looked at his sister for a moment before turning away and leaving quickly. Tywin waited until he was gone before turning back to his daughter, who was still sitting on the ground, looking at him like he was a stranger. “You have run out of chances, Cersei. No one will be coming to save you this time, you will be locked in here and will not be allowed any visitors. Not even Jaime will be allowed to come and see you.”
He turned and left the room before she had time to react. The cursing and yelling started as soon as the doors closed behind him. He had known she would not be happy and if it had been another time he would have felt bad about it, but there were some things he could not forgive. Tywin had taught his children how important family was and the fact that she had attempted to kill his unborn child and had no remorse told him he had done the right thing.
“Father.” He was at the end of the hall when Jaime appeared. “Can we speak for a moment?”
“If you are going to try and convince me to let Cer…”
“No,” Jaime said quickly, interrupting him mid-word. “I wanted to speak to you about what happened with Serena.”
“You mean how you attacked her?” Jaime flinched at his words.
“Yes,” His son swallowed and looked around like he could not look him in the eye. “I have already apologized to her and now I would like to apologize to you. I should have never treated Serena the way I did or said the things I did.”
“No, you should not have.” It made him feel better to know that Jaime had apologized to Serena. “I do not understand why you have been so awful to her. Did she do or say something to you I am not aware of?”
“No, she has always been perfectly pleasant and polite.” Jaime let out an exasperated breath and shook his head. “Seeing you with her was shocking, not because of the fact that you married her, but because I could tell that you loved her.”
“What?” Tywin looked at his son, sure that Jaime had lost his mind. “I am not…”
“Please, do not lie to me.” His son rolled his eyes. “I see the way you are with her, how protective you are of her, the way you find any excuse to touch her, how you smile when she is near, you even look more relaxed. I think that is what bothered me the most, it is the same way you behaved around my mother. Part of me felt like Serena was replacing my mother.”
Tywin just stared at his son, not sure what he was supposed to say. He did not love Serena, of course, he wanted to touch her, his wife was a beautiful and passionate woman. And he did smile when she was near, but that was only because she was always fussing over him and making sure he ate. She also had a way to make him feel calm and at peace. He enjoyed having her near and listening to her talk. The way her mind worked was something really special to see. When he was near her he did not have to try so hard or be the all powerful lord, he could just be him. Serena did not want him to be anyone else and she enjoyed it when it was just the two of them, even when they were not doing anything. Tywin’s eyes widened, fuck, he was in love with his wife.
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Sansa was not stupid and she knew that whatever had happened was not good. Her sister had been on edge most of the day and the guards were more vigilant. Sansa had tried to stay with her sister, but Serena could tell she was worried and sent her away. Whatever it was, her sister did not want to worry her, which just made Sansa worry more. Myrcella had decided to stay with Tommen since the boy had been nervous most of the day. For once, Sansa found herself sitting in what used to be the Godswood alone, well not completely, her guards were standing by the entrance. She had been reading the same passage for the past thirty minutes and could not make sense of it, her sister kept coming to her mind.
“That is either a very interesting page or you are too lost in your thoughts to actually read it.” She gasped and the book fell at her feet. Oberyn Martell moved closer to her and picked up the book, turning it over before giving her an amused look. “I did not take you for a Targaryen sympathizer.”
“I am not, not really.” She shifted on her seat, taking back her book. “But I have to admit they did impressive things.”
“Yes, I suppose that is true.” Oberyn sat next to her. “They also did horrible things.”
“Yes, but you have to admit the villains are usually the most interesting people in the stories.”
Oberyn let out a low laugh and shook his head. “And here I thought you would be falling all over the hero.”
“Well, the heroes are interesting too.” She had already read that story several times, but it was one of her favorites. “I think I like the villain in this one because I already know he will not win in the end, but he made the story interesting.”
“I guess.” He gave her a curious look. “What other books do you enjoy reading.”
“I like old tales and I enjoy romantic stories.” She thought about it for a moment. “I also enjoy reading books about the different Westeros territories.”
“Have you ever read about Dorne?”
“I have read about queen Nymeria.” She smiled when she remembered those moments in Winterfell when she and Arya would read the story. “My sister Arya and I never got along well, but that was the one story we could agree on. Nymeria was her favorite character of all time, she even named her direwolf after her.”
“Yes, she was an impressive woman.”
Sansa looked at Oberyn, she had seen him in passing and he had saved her from queen Cersei that one time. Every time she saw him she could not help but think he looked sad, and melancholic, even while he was trying to be happy and making jokes. Now did not look sad exactly, but there was something that told her he was not happy either.
“Where is Lady Ellaria?” Oberyn turned back to her and lifted an eyebrow, making Sansa blush. “I am sorry, I just have not seen her in over a fortnight and was curious, you do not have to answer.”
“It is fine, you do not have to apologize. I just find it amusing that you keep calling her a lady when you know she is bastard born.”
“Yes, but she is also a woman.” One thing Sansa had learned in Kings Landing was that people’s births had nothing to do with their character. Cersei was supposed to be a lady and a queen and she was the most wretched woman Sansa had ever met. “I do not think the circumstances of her birth are her doing, so she should not have to pay for them.”
“No, I supposed not.” The look he was giving her now was searching and it made Sansa a bit uncomfortable. “She is busy, she is in one of the brothels in the city.”
“I thought she was your paramour.” She blushed even as she said it.
“Yes,” Oberyn gave her a questioning look. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“It does not bother you that she is with other people?” Even while she was embarrassed about the topic, her curiosity won out.
“Why would it bother me?” He shrugged like it was not of great importance. “I am with other people also.”
“And she does not have an issue with it?”
“No, she does not.” That was even more strange to her, she could not imagine sharing the man she loved with anyone else. But maybe that was a wolf thing, once she found the man she wanted to be with she would never share him with anyone else. She had seen what that kind of pain could do, the bitterness it brought. Her mother was a shining example of it, that was why she had mistreated Jon all their lives. Oberyn seemed to realize that the topic made her uncomfortable and cleared his throat. “Queen Cersei has been confined to her chambers for the foreseeable future?”
“What?” Sansa asked wide-eyed, she had not heard anything about it. “When did this happen?”
“Today.” His look was curious again, he had expected her to know. “She must have done something really bad to anger the great lion, because he refused her any visitors, and she is not allowed to leave until he gives the order.”
The moment he said it Sansa knew it had something to do with Serena. Whatever Jaime had been worried about this morning was the cause for Cersei’s confinement. Now she was more worried than ever, Sansa knew how cruel Cersei was and the woman was capable of anything. She was wondering what had happened between the queen and her sister. She knew Serena was hiding something and was not sure why her sister had not confided in her.
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
Chapter 16
Summary:
Myrcella and Jaime talk and she kind of drops a bomb Jaime wasn't expecting. Sansa finds out about Serena's pregnancy. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 16
Throughout her life, Myrcella had learned to be quiet and not to speak too much. It was never good to bring attention to herself, sometimes it would make Joffrey angry and he would slap her or pull her hair. Sometimes her mother complained of an aching head, after drinking a lot of wine and would yell at her to be quiet. Even after the moons she had spent in the tower of the hand where things were very different, she was still quiet. She had known Serena was with child, she had heard the woman speaking to her grandsire about it. None of them had heard her enter or leave their chambers. She had been happy about the babe, but knew it was a secret so she had not told anyone, not even Sansa who was her best and only friend.
When her uncle Jaime had run into her grandsire’s solar she had known what he was speaking about. Myrcella had known her mother would not take it well, her mother never took it well when other women took attention away from her. She had never thought her mother would do anything to harm an unborn child. Her mother had managed to disappoint her again.
“Myrcella?” She stopped when her uncle Jaime stepped in front of her, a frown on his face. “Where is your guard?”
“He is standing at the end of the hall.” She had wanted to be alone and sometimes it was hard when there was always someone following after her. “Are you allowed back into the tower now that you have apologized to Serena?”
Jaime frowned and his cheeks reddened. “How do you know about that?”
“I heard grandsire and Serena speaking about it a few times.” She shrugged, even though she knew ears dropping was not polite, but it was not like she did it on purpose. “They were arguing about you.”
“Yes, Serena had every right to be angry.” Her uncle shook his head. “I did not behave very honorably. I would not have been surprised if she had told my father to keep me away.”
“No, that is not why they were arguing.” Her uncle gave her a curious look. “Grandsire was very angry and she was trying to get him to speak to you. She told him that banning you from the tower of the hand was unnecessary and a bit cruel.”
She saw the surprise in her uncle’s face and smiled. She knew he had not liked Serena, but she had also seen it was not really dislike for the woman that made him angry, he was jealous of her. He was jealous of the relationship Serena had with his father and the way the great lion treated her.
“I cannot believe she did not want me kicked out of Kings Landing.”
“She would not do that, Serena cares about us.” Myrcella smiled at her uncle. “She knows you are our father, I am sure she knew Tommen and I would miss you.”
Her uncle tensed and the smile had frozen in his face, she saw something akin to horror in his eyes as he kneeled in front of her. “Where did you hear that Myrcella?”
“My mother talks a lot when she is in her cups.” His eyes were horrified as she continued to speak. “I have also heard people speaking about it. Like I said before, I am very quiet, and sometimes people do not notice I am there.”
“Myrcella you cannot repeat those words, ever, to anyone.” She could tell he was upset as his hands wrapped around her shoulders, but he was not hurting her. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” She knew that what her uncle and mother had done was a slight against the gods. They were not Targaryens, after all. “Do not worry, I am aware of the reason people cannot know and I would never say anything. Tommen does not know.”
She did not want to hurt her little brother, he had always admired their uncle, especially since their father had never paid attention to him. Myrcella had never had a father, one had been too preoccupied with other things, and the other one could not recognize her as his daughter.
Myrcella could not wait to leave this place and go to the North. She had liked it the last time she visited. The people had been nice and the Starks were a close family. She also remembered Robb had been polite and sweet, she was hoping he would not be disappointed with her as his wife. Myrcella wanted to have a family, and she would love her children and make sure they never felt abandoned like she had.
Myrcella Baratheon (10 years old.)
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1 week later.
Serena had to stop herself from smiling several times as Sansa kept giving her questioning looks. Her sister had always been very curious and not knowing what was happening was killing her and amusing Serena. She knew Sansa would not be able to stop herself for too much longer, Serena was surprised she had made it this long. Tywin and her had decided to tell the news to the rest of the family during supper that night. They had only wanted to keep it a secret for a bit longer while things settled after Tywin had imprisoned Cersei in her chambers.
“It is enough.” Sansa threw down her embroidery and glared at Serena, making her smile. “What are you hiding from me?”
“What makes you think I am hiding anything?” She asked with a smile.
“I am not stupid, I know that Cersei did something to you and that is the reason why Tywin confined her to her chambers.” Sansa continued to glare before she pouted. “I know it has something to do with the maester, but no one has said anything.”
“It is nothing bad, I mean my secret is not bad.” Her sister frowned and Serena decided to put her out of her misery. “I am with child.”
“AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” Sansa’s scream hurt her ears as her sister jumped out of her chair and clapped her hands.
The doors burst open and two knights ran in, swords at the ready as they stared in bewilderment at Sansa jumping and clamping. The poor men looked around, making sure there was no danger, and cleared their throats.
“I apologize, there is nothing wrong.” She gestured to Sansa. “Believe it or not she is happy.”
The two guards smiled amusedly and shook their heads as they left and closed the doors behind them. Sansa ran up to her and wrapped her in a tight hug, squealing the entire time.
“I cannot believe it, you are going to be a mother.” Her sister let go of her as she moved around the room. “There is so much to do. I have to start making, little clothes, and socks for the babe. I will make you a blanket embroidered in red and gold, like the ones our mother made for us.”
“Sansa, you need to calm down.” Her sister paid no attention to her. “There are still several moons before the babe is here.”
“That does not matter, time passes really fast and they will be here before you know it.” Her sister continued pacing and talking, before stopping and turning to her. “I have to tell Myrcella. I am sure she will want to help me.”
Sansa ran out of the room before Serena could even open her mouth. She had known her sister would be excited, but she had not realized she would be so happy about it. Serena would have to send a letter to her mother and brother, to tell them the news before Sansa did. Her mother and brother would not be happy if they heard it from someone else besides Serena.
The doors had barely closed when they opened once more, this time it was her husband who walked in, a frown on his face.
“Why is your sister running down the halls like an insane person?”
“She found out about the babe?” Serena moved to her husband, giving him a sweet kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. “There was screaming, jumping and clapping. Your poor knights ran in thinking someone was killing us.”
“I thought you wanted to wait until tonight to tell them.”
“I was going to, but my sister was not going to wait that long.” He gave her an amused smile and kissed her again. “What are you doing here? I thought you had a small council meeting in a few minutes.”
“I do, but I wanted to see you.” She smiled at his overbearing nature, finding it absolutely adorable. “Are you well? Have you eaten? Are you tired? I can hav…”
She cut off his ranting with her mouth, kissing him until he moaned and pressed her body closer to his. Her husband had been so worried about her since finding out she was with child that he would show up wherever she was every hour. If he could not then he would send Tyrion or Jaime. Both men were amused at their father’s antics and would tease Serena endlessly. By the time she broke the kiss, they were both panting and wishing there was time for more. Serena did not worry about it too much, she knew her husband would take very good care of her that night.
“You worry too much, and while I love you for it, it is not necessary.”
“Of course it is.” While he was happy about her pregnancy, she could tell he was also afraid. Memories from his previous wife worried him. “I need to make sure you are being well taken care of.”
“After you threatened to kill the poor cook because he did not have any oranges when I asked for them, they are treating me more than well.” She snorted and shook her head. “Believe me, every time I ask for something it appears within minutes, everyone is scared of your wrath.”
“We should have had oranges, that was the reason we made a treaty with Dorne and I gave the mountain to Oberyn Martell.”
Serena let out a laugh. “You gave the mountain to Oberyn so I would have oranges?”
“Well, no.” He rolled his eyes when she giggled, but she could see the amusement in his eyes. “But that is a perk.”
“Well, I thank you for all the sacrifices you have made for me.” She said in a playful tone, causing him to bite her shoulder in retaliation. “I have invited Jaime for supper.”
“Yes, I know.” Tywin rolled his eyes. “He told me a few minutes ago.”
“Good, I just wanted to make sure you knew and would not throw something at his head.”
“I do not throw things at people.” He said with a dignified look.
“You threw a cup at one of the kitchen maids because the smell of fish was making me sick.”
“I told her to remove it.” He said with a roll of his eyes and took a step back.
“That is what she was doing when you threw the cup at her.”
“Well, she was not doing it fast enough.” Her husband answered and glared at her before turning on his heel and leaving.
Serena laughed, loving that he cared about her and their babe so much. She was doing everything in her power to make sure her pregnancy and the birth of her child would go well. She had even started looking for a midwife to help her.
Serena Stark (16 years old.)
Tywin Lannister (46 years old.)
Sansa Stark (14 years old.)
Chapter 17
Summary:
4 year time jump. Some things have changed. Jaime is still trying to rehabilitate Cersei 🙄. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 17
4 years later.
Tywin was trying to read some documents when the doors to the small council chambers opened and Jaime walked in. By the look on his son’s face, Tywin knew it would not be a pleasant conversation. He and Jaime had been fighting more and more, it was always about the same thing, his son refused to listen to Tywin and he was losing his patience with him.
“You cannot ignore me forever,” Jaime said while glaring at him. “We need to talk about this.”
“There is nothing more to talk about.” His voice was calm even when he wanted to snap at his son. He did not have time for his son’s complaints. “Cersei will stay where she is.”
For the past four years, his daughter had remained confined to her chambers. Tywin had let her out once at Jaime’s insistence and she had attacked Serena, while she was heavily pregnant with their second child. Tywin had thrown his daughter into the black cells for a sennight and the reason he did not leave her there longer or have her executed was because Serena and their child had not been hurt. Even Jaime had known better than to protest his punishment at that time. She had spent over a year in her chambers and Jaime had convinced him to let her out once more, under supervision. Cersei had not been out of her chambers for an hour when she attacked Tywin and Serena's oldest son, who had been playing with Myrcella. The girl had jumped into action quickly and stopped her mother from even getting near the little boy. By the time the guards had been able to get a hold of Cersei she had split Myrcella’s lip and scratched her neck. That had been a year ago and Tywin would not be giving in this time, his daughter would remain in her chambers until she died.
“It is cruel what you are doing.” Jaime sat in front of him, not happy about being ignored. “She needs some fresh air.”
“If she needs fresh air tell her to open the balcony doors.” Tywin snapped and slammed his hands on the table. His patience was completely gone. “The last two times I have let her out she attacked my pregnant wife and her own daughter. Are you so willing to risk your own daughter’s life just so Cersei can get some fresh air?”
Jaime winced at the reminder that Myrcella was his daughter and he should be protecting her. Tywin was tired of fighting with his son about the same thing over and over again. Jaime opened his mouth, but the doors opened before he could get a word out and Jayse ran in, followed by Tion and Serena walked in behind them.
“Papa!” Jayse threw himself at Tywin, leaving the man no other choice but to catch him. “Mama said I shall start my training soon.”
“I said not too soon.” His wife rolled her eyes. “You still have a few moons before you can start.”
“Why do I have to wait?” Jayse was the eldest and he made sure people did not forget it. “I need to learn so I can protect our family.”
“I think, I will do the protecting for now,” Tywin said, an amused smile on his face as he kissed the little boy’s head. “Your brother will also help.”
Tion went to Jaime, who picked him up. The little boy worshipped his older brother. “Can you teach us to spar?”
“Of course I will.” Jaime also adored his brothers and sisters. “I will teach you all I know until you are both the best knights in the seven kingdoms.”
“I thought you were the best knight in the seven kingdoms.” Said Jayse with a frown.
“For now.” Jaime ruffled the boy's blonde hair. “But once you learn you both will be better than me.”
Both boys nodded like it made perfect sense before convincing Jaime to play with them. Tywin let out a sigh of relief when Jaime left, taking the two children with him. Once the doors had closed Serena approached him and propped herself in his lap. She gave him an amused smile before taking his mouth in a kiss that made him harden like he was a young boy. She broke the kiss and ran her thumb over his bottom lip.
“Jaime was trying to have Cersei released again?” Even as she phrased it as a question, Tywin could tell she knew the answer.
“I am tired of having the same fight with him.” Tywin leaned back and shook his head. “It has been the same fight for over three moons. I have more important things to worry about.”
“I will have Myrcella speak with him.” Serena turned until she was straddling him and her hands went to the ties in the front of her gown. Tywin’s fight with Jaime left his head as his wife’s breasts came into view. “Now, let us see what I can do to make you feel better.”
Her hands went to the front of his trousers, rubbing them over his cock. Tywin’s hands went to her breasts, twisting and pulling on her nipples until she panted against him. Her mouth went to his again, her tongue licking his lips before pushing inside as she rocked her hips against him. Tywin grabbed her waist and lifted her onto the table, his hands pulling up her skirt.
Serena threw back her head and moaned when he sank inside her in one thrust. He pumped his hips frantically, his eyes glued to her breasts as they bounced. It was a beautiful sight that sent him to the edge almost immediately. One of his hands went to the small button between her legs, pressing his thumb against it as he drew circles. He enjoyed her cries of pleasure and how tight and hot she felt. He had been an idiot to believe his desire for his wife would go away with time, that he could fuck her only when needed to get with child and ignored her the rest of the time. He had been insatiable for his wife since the first time he touched her, he could not get enough of her.
Serena wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips moving against his and she came hard around his cock. Her release triggered his, making him groan against his mouth as he filled her with his seed. It took him a minute before his body started working once more and he pulled out of her, fixing his trousers and lowering her skirt. He looked at her and groaned, she was a beautiful sight, her flame-colored hair slightly disheveled, her cheeks pink from her release, and her breasts were still uncovered, pink nipples hard.
“Love, if you do not cover yourself I will fuck you again.” She gave him a teasing smile but pulled up her gown and made sure it was secure before jumping off the table.
“Are you feeling better?” She asked with a teasing smile.
“Yes,” He took one of her hands and gave it a kiss. “You always make me feel better.”
Serena fixed her hair before sitting on his lap once more. “Everything is ready for my brothers’ arrival.”
“Do you know what the big problem is?” Tywin sighed when she shook her head, he did not like not knowing, especially when it was something that endangered the kingdom and his family. “I was hoping Sansa had said something.”
“No, she said it was important and Robb and Jon would explain it once they arrived.”
Tywin did not like the idea of Robb and Jon traveling to Kings Landing. If the king in the North himself was coming it could not be anything good. The man hated the South and had not even visited when his and Serena’s children had been born. Once it was decided to send Sansa back to Winterfell, Sansa’s great-uncle who traveled all the way to Kings Landing to retrieve her. Robb Stark traveling south did not sit well with him.
Tywin Lannister (50 years old.)
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
Jayse Lannister (4 years old.)
Tion Lannister (3 years old.)
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Robb had hoped to never again have to travel South. He had no interest in leaving his home and making conversation with the people he had fought against for years. The only good thing about traveling to Kings Landing was that he would be able to see Serena again and meet his nephews and niece. He had missed his sister and her council, and he would be glad to spend some time with her even if it was just for a few days.
“You have been pouting since we crossed the Twins.” Jon’s voice was amused. “Are you going to pout the entire time we are in Kings Landing?”
“I am not pouting.” Jon just continued to look amused. “I do not want to go there.”
“I am aware, you have made that perfectly clear.” Jon’s look became sympathetic. “You know this is necessary, you are the king in the North and the one who can speak for our people.”
“I know.”
“Also, if you keep making that face, you will scare away your betrothed.” Robb sighed quietly this time, he was dreading meeting the woman who would be his wife in a year's time. Robb still did not want to wed her, but knew that he did not have another choice. He was hoping she would not be as horrible and bitter as her mother. He hated Cersei, she was to blame for his father’s death and Serena and Sansa’t torture. Jon seemed to be able to read his mind. “She is not her mother, Robb.”
“How can we know that for sure? We do not know her and she has grown up as an entitled and spoiled princess. She might be worse than her mother.”
“I do not think that is true.” Jon frowned. “Sansa loves her, they write to each other every week. She says Myrcella is sweet and gentle.”
“And you trust Sansa’s judgment?” Robb rolled his eyes. “She was the one who loved Prince Joffrey and wanted to wed him no matter what. She wanted to be just like Queen Cersei.”
“She was a child and trusting.” Robb did not miss the way Jon narrowed his eyes, not liking the way he was speaking about Sansa. “You cannot judge her for the mistakes she made as a child.”
“Why not?”
“Because she was a child!” Jon’s voice was louder, but not loud enough for the soldiers behind them to hear. “What about your mistakes? If I am not wrong, you broke your promise to marry a woman who was a spy and almost got yourself and your army killed. And let us not forget you have been fucking one of the castle maids for the past few years.”
Robb was surprised by the anger in Jon’s voice and could not help but feel a bit defensive. “Myrcella is a child, I have been betrothed to her for almost five years and it will be another year before we are able to wed. No one expected me to stay celibate.”
Jon did not say anything, but his mouth tightened. Even when Robb had not said anything, he felt guilty, but he had been careful and made sure not to have any bastards. The maid was not the only woman he had fucked, she was just the most convenient one. It was not a daily thing, sometimes he would go over a moon without seeking physical comfort. Then there were the nights where he seemed to drown in guilt for all the mistakes he had made and he did look for a woman on those nights.
Things had gotten better, he had most of his family with him. Rickon had returned to them a few moons after Arya and Bran had returned two years after that, even if his little brother did not behave like the Bran he remembered. Sansa had also returned home, even if she had wanted to stay with Serena. He knew Sansa missed the babes and she would sow something for them from time to time and send it as a gift. Arya was wilder than ever, clashing with their mother on a daily basis. Even with all the chaos they were together and that brought Robb some peace. At least it had before Jon had shown up at the gates of Winterfell with horrible news. That news was the reason they were on their way to Kings Landing, to meet with the regent and have the south pledge their forces for the war that was coming.
Robb Stark (22 years old.)
Chapter 18
Summary:
Robb, Jon and Serena reunite. Tyrion tells Jaime some hard trues. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 18
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
Robb Stark (22 years old.)
5 days later.
Serena had missed her brothers and looking at them now, after so many years she was shocked at how much they had changed. She, Tywin, Tommen, and her two sons had welcomed Robb and Jon to Kings Landing. Her husband had whisked her brothers away to speak to them privately while Serena checked their chambers one more time, making sure that they were ready and her brothers would have everything they needed. She had been preparing everything for Robb and Jon’s arrival while also preparing Myrcella’s name day feast. The girl will be turning fifteen in three days and they wanted to celebrate her. Myrcella had insisted that it was not necessary and she did not need a feast, but Tywin would not hear of it. Myrcella was a princess and her name day could not pass without a celebration. Serena was excited that her brothers would be here for it, she had missed them both and wanted to spend more time with them.
“Princess.” Her daughter’s nursemaid bowed. “I was told you asked for me?”
“Yes, if you could bring Jayne.” Serena stood up and moved closer to the woman, fixing her gold gown. “I want my brothers to meet her.”
“Of course, princess.” The woman gave her a hesitant look. “Lady Jayne is in the private gardens with Princess Myrcella.”
“Do not worry then.” She should have known her daughter would be with the other girl. “I will get her myself.”
Her children loved Jaime and Tyrion, but they adored Myrcella. They would run to her for stories, to take walks, to play, and when they wanted to hear a song. Myrcella was always accommodating and loved nothing more than to spend time with the three small children. Serena knew that the girl had been missing Sansa.
Serena headed towards the private gardens, wanting to get her daughter and introduce her to Robb and Jon. They had met Jayse and Tion, Jayne was Tion's twin, she had been named after Tywin's mother. Only their family was allowed inside the private gardens and the children loved it there, it was one of the few places where they did not have to be surrounded by guards. She was walking around the tower when she noticed her brothers walking towards her, both of them appeared a bit more relaxed now.
“I thought you two would be longer.” She hugged them both again. “I was sure I would not see you until it was time for supper.”
“No, what we need to say and show to people will need more time.” Jon’s voice was tense. “But we want to wait until all the lords are present.”
“Well, it is a good thing that they will all be present for Myrcella’s name day celebration.” Serena did not miss the frown on Robb’s face at the princess's name. “Is something the matter?”
“No,” Robb sounded annoyed. “I do not understand why she insists on a celebration when we are about to go to war.”
“First of all, we did not know about the war when the preparations started.” She narrowed her eyes at her brother, not liking his attitude. He acted very differently from the last time she saw him. “And second of all, Myrcella did not insist on anything. She did not want a feast and protested a lot about it. My husband and Tommen were the ones who insisted.”
Robb flinched at the tone in her voice and nodded his head. She had been hoping his attitude towards Myrcella would be different. He had known for years that they would wed when the princess came of age, she didn’t understand why he was so insistent on thinking the worst of a girl he had seen once years before when she was a small child. Myrcella was the sweetest kindest person Serena had met and she was very protective of her, especially because she had been more of a mother to Myrcella than Cersei had been.
“Ignored him, sister,” Jon said while rolling his eyes. “He has been grumpy since we crossed the twins. He will probably be pouting the entire time we are here.”
“Do not speak about her that way and be polite when you meet her. She is a sensitive girl.” She glared at Robb who gave her an apologetic look and nodded his head. “You have both arrived at the perfect time, I was going to get Jayne so you both could meet her. Now you can both come with me.”
Both men nodded eagerly, smiles appearing on their faces as they followed her. Serena nodded to the two knights standing at the garden’s entrance, who immediately stepped aside and let her pass. She followed the sound of laughter, watching as her brothers smiled when Jayne ran from behind one of the trees, her laughter carrying in the wind. Jeyne was the one of her three children who looked the most like her. Her daughter’s hair was reddish blond and she had inherited Serena’s blue eyes. Myrcella appeared, running after the little girl and she heard both Jon and Robb suck in a breath. Myrcella was a stunningly beautiful girl and while some said she looked like Cersei, everyone agreed that the girl was much more beautiful than her mother. The princess was wearing a simple red gown, and her long blonde hair was loose, flying behind her as she ran after the little girl.
Jayne giggled when Myrcella caught her, picking her up and peppering kisses all over her face. Both girl’s laughs were contagious, bringing a smile to Serena’s face.
“Myrcella, Jayne.” Both girls turned her way. “Come here, please.”
Myrcella placed Jayne on the ground and walked towards them, while Jayne ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Serena picked up her daughter and kissed the top of her head. “Jayne, these are my brothers, Robb and Jon, they are your uncles.”
“Hello,” Her daughter waved, making both men chuckle.
“Hello.” Robb ran a hand over the girl’s head. “I am very pleased to meet you.”
Jon said the same thing, making Jayne smile wider. Her daughter loved meeting new people. Serena then turned to Myrcella. “And I am sure you both remember Princess Myrcella.”
“Your grace, my lord,” The girl gave a deep curtsey, before straightening up and looking a both men with a sweet smile. “It is a pleasure to see you both again.”
Robb and Jon tripped over their words while trying to answer the girl back and Serena hid her smile against her daughter’s cheek. She was sure that Robb and Jon would love Myrcella by the time they left Kings Landing, the girl always managed to charm everyone she came in contact with. Serena was hoping Robb’s attitude would change and he would treat Myrcella the way she deserved.
Myrcella Baratheon (14 years old.)
Jayne Lannister (3 years old.)
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Jaime hated having Robb Stark in his home, he did not want to see the other man. He had not forgotten the way Robb had treated and humiliated him. He understood that they had been a war and were fighting on opposite sides, but it did not make it easier to be near him. There was also the fact that Robb would be marrying Myrcella in a year, Jaime was not happy about it either. He understood the need for it, his father had explained it several times throughout the years. Jaime wanted to make sure Robb would treat Myrcella well, he did not want to think about the man taking his hate and anger out on his daughter.
“Are you still upset about your talk with our dear father?” Tyrion asked before taking a sip of his wine. “Because I have to tell you that for once in our lives I agree with him.”
“I am not surprised.” Jaime rolled his eyes. “I know you do not like Cersei, not that I blame you after the way she has treated you, but I hate that she is in that place all on her own.”
“It could be worse, she could still be in the black cells.” Jaime gave him a droll look. “I have never understood why you are unable to separate yourself from Cersei. I know you are twins, but this is getting ridiculous.”
“You would not understand.” No one did. “Cersei is not just my sister, she is the woman I have always loved.”
“Are you sure about that?” Jaime frowned in confusion, not understanding Tyrion’s question. “It seems to me that once you and Cersei are apart you become more yourself, then the moment you are near her is like she casts a spell over you and you do whatever she wants.”
“She is our sister Tyrion and she has been held prisoner for years.”
“Maybe you forgot what she did, the reason why she is there?” Tyrion narrowed his eyes. “She and the maester planned to poison Serena so she would miscarry, then when she was let out the first thing she did was to attack our heavily pregnant stepmother and try to push her down the stairs. Then when she was let out again she attacked our small brother and her own daughter.”
“I have not forgotten.” Jaime snapped.
“Well, it appears you have.” Tyrion had no problems snapping back. “I am so tired of you always defending her, no matter what she does. I am wondering what she will need to do for you to actually realize what a monster she is.”
Jaime knew that Cersei was not the warmest person and she could be cruel, but she was still his sister. Tyrion seemed to grow tired of Jaime’s brooding and stood up, taking his wine cup with him.
“You have always been willing to do anything for Cersei, you even gave up your inheritance for her. But I will tell you something since it appears no one else has the courage to say it and you do not seem to realize it yourself. Cersei will never give up the throne and her power for you. I want you to think about that while you keep defending our sister’s heinous acts.”
Tyrion left with those parting words, not bothering to try and talk to him anymore. His family seemed to be perfectly well with leaving Cersei to rot, even their children did not want their mother to leave her chambers. Myrcella was afraid of the woman and would not even go to see her. Maybe he should think more about what his family kept saying.
Chapter 19
Summary:
Robb and Jon talk to Myrcella and Robb realizes that he might have misjudge her. Serena makes Jon tell her the reason he and Robb came to Kings Landing. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 19
He did not like Kings Landing, he found the place too hot and stuffy and it smelled awful. There were far too many people in this place and he could not even fathom why people would like to live in a place like this. He could not wait to return to the north, to be back in his castle and away from everyone at this place. He had only been there for two days and it had been more than enough for him. Tomorrow was the feast in honor of Princess Myrcella’s name day. He did not want to go, but Serena had made it clear that missing it was not an option. Jon also seemed excited about the feast, Robb could not blame his brother. His mother had never allowed him to attend Winterfell feasts, so this would be the first feast his brother would be attending, at least the only one he had been invited to as a guest of honor.
Robb had attempted to fix his mother’s treatment of Jon as soon as his brother had returned to Winterfell. Since he was now the king, he gave the orders and his mother could not do anything about it. She had not been happy when Robb had given Jon chambers in the family wing and had everyone treat him as a respected member of his family. He and his mother had several fights over it until he had made it clear that his brother would always be welcome in his home. Even Sansa had been happy with Jon’s return and apologized for the way she had treated him when they were children.
“Are you ever going to stop brooding? That was always more my thing.” Jon stepped beside him. “People are afraid to approach you.”
“I am happy about that.” He did not trust any of the people who had tried to approach him. “They all want to speak to me about alliances and a few have even proposed a marriage alliance.”
“Between whom?”
“Between me and their daughters,” Robb answered with a roll of his eyes.
“Are they not aware you are betrothed to Princess Myrcella?”
“They do not seem to care.” Robb shook his head in disgust. “All these people smile at each other while burying a dagger behind their backs.”
“Is that why that woman has been making eyes at you and asking you to accompany her on walks? What is her name?” Jon frowned for a moment before looking back at him. “Margaery Tyrell.”
“Yes, she is not very subtle.” Robb liked Margaery Tyrell least of all, he could see the ambition and greediness in her eyes. “She wants to be queen no matter what and since Tywin is not allowing her near his grandson she believes I would be a good replacement.”
“I do not think you will be alive too long if you were to wed her.” Jon’s smile became mocking. “She has married two kings and they are both dead.”
Robb let out a laugh at Jon’s jest, even though what his brother was saying was very true. Even if it had not been true he had no intention of marrying Margaery, he had given his word to Tywin and he would not break it. In a year he would be marrying Myrcella. Thinking about his betrothed made him feel all warm, which was confusing. He had never seen a more beautiful woman, no one else could compare. But it was not just her beauty, it was also her eyes, there was warmth in them. Her voice was sweet, like honey and there was something about her that made him want to protect her.
There was a noise, making Jon and Robb turn around. The woman he had just been thinking about was walking towards them. She was speaking to a maid, the other woman smiling and neither woman had noticed them yet. They were almost on top of them when Myrcella saw them, her eyes widened for a moment before she gave a deep curtsey and dismissed her maid.
“Your grace, Lord Jon.” Her smile left him feeling like he had been underwater for too long and he saw that Jon was stunned too. That was the effect Myrcella had on people. “I hope you both are having a pleasant day.”
“We are,” Robb answered. “My sister said you had left the palace, but she did not know when you would be back.”
“I went to Flea Bottom.” She moved a bit closer, her blue and silver gown swirling around her feet. “I had to visit the orphanage and women’s shelter.”
“Do you visit them often?” Jon asked, a curious look on his face.
“As often as I can, but not as often as I would like to. I try to visit at least once a week.” He could see she was being honest. “I take them food, clothes, shoes, and some toys for the children. I was making sure everything was in place for the feast tomorrow.”
“What do you mean?” Robb was confused. “I thought your feast was here in the palace?”
“It is.” Myrcella’s face became amused. “But I agreed to the feast on the condition that my grandsire and brother would provide food for the orphanage and the women’s shelter. They will also be having a feast while we celebrate here.”
“That is very generous of you, princess,” Jon said, a genuine smile on his face.
“Well, they need help, and is my duty as princess to help my people as best I can.” She gave them a nod. “If you will excuse me, I will need to return to my chambers, I promised a very impatient little girl that I would read her a story before supper.”
They both nodded at her and watched as she walked away, her long blond hair swaying back and forth.
Beside him, Jon let out a snort. “She is very different from her mother.”
Robb did not say anything, but he had to agree. Myrcella Baratheon and Cersei Lannister could not be more different.
Robb Stark (22 years old.)
Myrcella Baratheon (14 years old.)
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Serena was happy that things were going well, the feast was a success and everyone seemed to be having a good time, even Robb who had been the one protesting about it the loudest. Her brother had danced a few times with Myrcella and she had not missed the way his gaze kept finding the princess, even across the room. Serena had also not missed the way Margaery Tyrell found any excuse to get near her brother. The other woman had made no secrets of her interest in Robb and it was annoying Serena.
“Stop glaring.” Jon moved to stand in front of her and handed her a cup filled with wine. “He is not interested in her, but I do not think she has realized it, and if she has she just does not care.”
“She does not care,” Serena said, giving her brother a worried look. “He needs to be careful, Margaery Tyrell is a woman who does not care who she has to step over to get what she wants. She will use trickery if she needs to and she will do it with her grandmother’s blessing.”
“Yes, I have noticed that about her,” Jon said as he looked toward Robb and the woman they were talking about. “He knows better than to allow himself to be used, he will not break his word again.”
Serena knew how guilty her brother felt about breaking his promise to marry the Frey girl, especially because he had been forced to kill the woman he had broken his word for. She had used him and broken his heart. Now Margaery Tyrell had decided she wanted to be queen in the north since she could not be queen of six kingdoms.
“What is it about tomorrow that is making you so nervous?” Jon looked startled, not having expected her question. “I know you and Robb did not come here because of some trivial matter and there is also the fact that after the both of you spoke to my husband he has barely slept.”
“I still find it strange when you call Tywin Lannister your husband.” She did not say anything, she knew he was trying to delay the inevitable, but she was not going anywhere. Jon seemed to realize the same thing because he let out a sigh. “I do not think we should be speaking about this here.”
“Jon, do not hide things from me.” She did not enjoy being the last to know. “I know something is wrong, I can see it in your eyes, Robb’s eyes, and my husband’s eyes. I know you think you are protecting me, but I will know soon enough. I can tell that whatever you and Robb are keeping hidden will be known by everyone in Westeros soon enough.”
“Do you remember the stories our father and septa would tell us when we were little? The ones about the night king and white walkers?” Serena nodded, she had been hearing those stories as far back as she could remember. It was a well known northern tale. Her brother’s look became pained. “It appears they were not stories after all.”
Serena frowned for a moment before understanding what her brother was saying. Her entire body froze in fear and she lowered her voice. “Are you telling me that is what is coming for us?”
“Yes, and we are going to need all the help we can get.” Jon’s eyes were hunted.
Serena felt the need to cry but was able to hold her tears at bay. She was not sure how they were supposed to beat something like that.
“I can see how the northern houses would believe what is happening, but what about the southern houses?” She gave Jon a fearful look. “No one in the South is going to believe anything you say about an army of dead people marching against us.”
“We know.” She did not like her brother’s look. “That is why we plan to show them tomorrow.”
“Show them?” She frowned before her eyes widened. “Are you telling me you and Robb brought one of those things here?” Jon nodded his head and she was even more fearful now. “Have you lost your mind? What will happen if that thing gets losoe?”
“Do not worry, it is well contained.” Jon rubbed her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic look. “We have taken every precaution to make sure we survive this, now we just need to get the rest of Westeros to fight with us.”
Jon kissed her forehead before walking away. She could not believe this was happening, after everything they had overcome and now this. The kingdom was at peace for the first time in years, they were thriving. She had thought the worst had passed and it turned out that they were not even close to being done. This fight would be much harder than all the previous ones.
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
Chapter 20
Summary:
Robb and Myrcella talk during her birthday celebration. Jon and Robb show the southern lords what is awaiting for them. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 20
He was wondering if throwing Margaery Tyrell off the balcony would be an overreaction. The woman would not leave him alone, she had been chasing after him all night long and would not give him a moment for himself. He had been hiding from her for the past hour but was sure she would be able to find him soon enough.
“I do not think that column needs any assistance staying upright.” Myrcella’s laughing voice reached his ears and he turned to look at her. Her eyes were filled with mischief. “You have been hiding back here for the past hour and duck any time one of the Tyrells walks by.”
For a moment all he could do was stare. She was wearing a pink gown, the bodice was embroidered with gold and silver thread. Her head was adorned with a gold tiara, a pink diamond in the middle, and her golden hair was loose. He was happy she was not one of those girls who insisted on putting her hair on those southern hairstyles that always appeared painful to him. She looked stunning and he was staring at her like an idiot.
“Are you well? Do you need some fresh air?” Her gaze had turned concerned. “I know is a bit stuffy in here.”
“No, it is fine.” She was going to think he was a simpleton. “I am sorry I have spent most of your feast hiding.”
“It is fine.” Her look became amused once more. “You can spend time with her if you wish.”
“With whom?”
“Margaery,” Robb frowned. “I know how men look at her and how much they want her. She is a very beautiful woman and she seems very interested in you. I do not blame you for wanting to spend time with her. I am sure we can convince my grandsire to cancel our engagement if you wish to wed her.”
“What?” Robb was shocked, he had not expected her to say that. All this time he had been worried about not wanting to wed her that it had not occurred to him that she would be having doubts about him. “What would make you say that?”
“Because I know that you were forced into this betrothal.” Robb stopped himself from flinching, knowing that she was right and afraid that she had noticed his attitude when he had first arrived. “I would prefer if you realized you did not want to wed me now instead of after we are married.” Her look became serious. “I spent my life seeing my parent's marriage and while I know that as a princess I do not have a choice on who I wed, I would prefer if my husband did not hate me.”
“I do not hate you and I would never hate you.” He moved closer to her, invading her space. “We will wed when the time comes and I will try my hardest to be a good husband.”
He cupped her face, noticing how warm and soft her skin was. He had been worried about not being able to care for her or want her, but he could tell that would not be a problem. He had never wanted anyone more.
“And about Margaery Tyrell,” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, enjoying when her breath hitched. She was affected by him also. “She is not even half as beautiful as you are. I do not think anyone is.”
Robb Stark (22 years old.)
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Tywin did not remember the last time he was so nervous. He knew Robb and Jon Stark believed what they were saying, but he was hoping it was not true. Part of him wanted all of it to be a lie or an exaggeration, but the largest part knew that the two Stark men were not lying. Tywin had every lord go to what used to be the dragon pit, it was the only place large enough to house as many men as possible. They had been there for less than thirty minutes when Robb and Jon walked from the opposite direction, a large man, who Tywin knew was a wildling followed after them carrying a large wooden crate.
Jon and Robb stopped several feet away from all of them, and the wildling put the crate down. No one said anything, some lords were curious, others appeared to be bored and others looked hostile.
“My lords, we know how hard the past eight years have been, how hard all of you have fought. Some of you fought for me, while others fought for the Lannisters and the Baratheons. I am sure you were all very happy when lord Tywin and I finally called a truce.” That last comment got several laughs and some agreement. “But now I am here to ask all of you to join me in a bigger war, this war will be harder than all the ones you fought before. This new enemy is unlike anything you have ever seen before. I am not as familiar with this enemy as my brother Jon is, he has fought them before, so I will let him explain.”
“As my brother said, this enemy is not like anything you have ever seen before, they cannot be bargained with, and they do not care about gold or lands.” Everyone was paying close attention. “This enemy is restless, they do not need rest, or sleep, or food. They do not feel pain or fatigue. They will keep coming unless we can stop them.”
“Are you going to talk us to death?” Tywin looked at Olenna Tyrell and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The woman was horrible and he disliked her profusely. “Or are you going to show us this enemy you will not shut up about?”
Jon nodded to Robb, who moved towards the wildling and said something in a low voice that no one could hear. Jon then turned back towards them and took a few steps to the side.
“Do not move, do not rush forward, do not do anything.” The wildling opened the crate and everyone held their breath, but nothing happened. Robb said something and the wildling kicked the crate over. Something that Tywin could not even describe came hurtling out, running fast towards Olenna, who had gone deadly pale. Some people whimpered and others became as pale as Olenna. The thing ran until it was almost on top of Olenna before the wildling yanked on the chain. Jon pulled out a castle-forged sword and cut it in half, people gasped when the two parts just kept moving, trying to get to people. “As you can see castle forge swords do not do any damage. We can destroy them by burning them.” Robb approached the lower half while his brother was explaining and lit it up. Jon then pulled out a strange looking dagger and grabbed the walker by the back of the tunic it was wearing. “You can also destroy them using dragon glass.” Jon plunged the dagger into the thing’s chest, killing it immediately. “The night king and its white walkers can also be killed using Valyrian steel.”
Once people realized that the thing would not come back to life and attack them they moved closer. Jaime was one of the first ones to approach the northern king and his brother, looking down at the dead thing on the ground.
“How many are there?” His son asked.
“I am not sure of the exact number.” Jon shrugged. “At least one hundred thousand, not counting that he can reanimate the dead as soon as they fall.”
“Gods,” Jaime said as others approached them. “How can we hope to win against that?”
“I am not sure.” Answered Jon honestly. “But we will need to find a way, or that is the destiny that awaits us all.”
While Tywin was tired of fighting, of war, and losing men, he knew there was only one thing to be done. Jon and Robb were right, they were fighting a losing battle unless they could all come together to defeat those things.
“We have all seen what awaits us.” Tywin’s voice brought everyone’s attention back to him. “As regent, I pledge the six kingdoms to fight for the living, every region will send every available man and woman who can fight north.”
There were no protests from any of the lords present, even Olenna kept her mouth shut and nodded her head.
“We thank you for the help Lord Tywin.” Robb gave him a small nod, approaching him and lowering his voice. “There is something else we need to speak about, but I would prefer we do that alone.”
“Of course,” Tywin stood up and moved a bit to the side, away from prying ears. “What is it?”
“We need to talk about Daenerys Targaryen.” Tywin tensed, he knew the woman had arrived on Dragonstone and that she commanded three dragons. He had been planning how to best get rid of her. “We are going to need her dragons.”
Tywin was aware of it, but he was not happy about it. The woman had come to conquer Westeros and as someone who had served under her father for years, Tywin had no wish to see the woman or be near her. He also knew she wanted to see his head on a spike and that of Jaime. Getting Daenerys on their side would be complicated.
Tywin Lannister (50 years old.)
Robb Stark
Chapter 21
Summary:
These are three small POVS letting us know how things are going with Jaime, Robb and Jon. We also get a small glimpse at what's going on in the North. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
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Chapter 21
“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?” His father’s voice made him flinch, but Jaime did not say anything as Serena gave him a sympathetic look. “You know what will happen the moment you set foot on that cursed place. You will be killed.”
“We need her dragons.” He had tried to explain it to his father, but the man was not listening. “I know what I have done and of course, we will not be the best of friends, but we will all need to fight in this war together.”
“When are you and my brothers leaving?” Serena asked before his father could say anything else.
“In the morning.” He saw Serena bite her lip and wanted to reassure her. “I will have your brothers send you a raven once we arrive on Dragonstone and before we decide to leave.”
“I still think I should be fighting as well,” Tywin said, an annoyed look on his face.
Jaime gave his father an exasperated look. “You cannot, you are the regent and we need someone we can trust in charge or Olenna will attempt to take the throne. Robb and Jon will be sending the people who cannot fight to the south and you and Serena will need to handle all of that.”
Jaime knew Serena was happy his father was not leaving with them, she did not want to be left alone taking care of so many children and a whole kingdom. Jon, Robb, and Jaime had all agreed that his father should stay and in case something happened and they lost, to take Serena and the children across the narrow sea. Jaime had decided to travel with Robb and Jon to Dragonstone and meet Daenerys Targaryen. His father was afraid and with good reason, Jaime was the reason the girl’s father was dead, not that he regretted it, but he could not imagine she would want to see him.
He had decided to get the confrontation out of the way, instead of having to wait until they were in the North to have it. Once they arrived in the North they should all be focused on preparing themselves and learning how to defeat the night king. If Daenerys Targaryen wanted to know the reason why her father was dead, he would be more than happy to tell her.
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Robb stood next to his horse, running a gloved hand over his neck and silently promising that once at Winterfell he would be allowed to rest for several days. They had to take a ship to get to Dragonstone and Robb had sent several of his men back to Winterfell, and they would take his horse with them. Grey Wind would also be traveling back, and Davos would make sure his wolf was well cared for. He had also sent letters to his mother and siblings, letting them know where he was going. He also wanted to let them know that if things went well they would be taking a Targaryen and three dragons back with them. He was sure his mother would not be pleased, but he did not want her to take it out on the armies arriving North. His mother still did not believe in the army of the dead, saying Jon was a liar and refusing to listen to reason. He did not have time to attempt and convince his mother of what was taking place.
Someone cleared their throat and Robb turned around, a hand on the pummel of his sword. He was surprised when he realized it was Myrcella and immediately relaxed. He had not seen the girl since her name day feast and had not expected to see her again until their marriage; if he survived the coming war. She had not been with her family when they were saying their goodbyes.
“Princess.” He gave her a small nod of his head and his smile was amused. “This is the last place I expected to find you.”
“Why? You do not think I enjoy riding?” Her smile was mischievous and he let out a laugh and shook his head. Myrcella shrugged and took a step into the stall. “I came to say goodbye and to wish you luck.”
“Thank you, princess.” He moved closer, not able to help himself and wanting to be close to her at least one last time. If he was going to die then he wanted a sweet memory. “I appreciate you taking the time to see me off.”
“I hope you will be careful.” She bit her lip nervously. “And I hope we will see each other again.”
Robb chuckled before taking her in his arms, the hug immediately calming his nerves. Her sweet smell enveloped him until he was sure he would smell her forever, not that he minded.
“I wanted to thank you for being gracious to me and my brother, even if I was not the best person at times.” She gave him a confused look and he just shook his head, before his expression became serious. “If I do not survive, I want you to know that I wish you all the happiness in the world.”
She gave him a strange look and before he could ask her or decipher what was going through her head, she stood on the tip of her toes and pressed her mouth to his. His eyes widened and for a second he just stood there, before his brain caught up to what was happening and he took over the kiss. Her lips had been chaste, a barely there kiss, something sweet for him to carry with him. Robb was not afraid to admit he took advantage of her innocence and her sweetness, his mouth devouring hers as if she were his last meal. She opened her mouth to him, her hands going to his chest as she attempted to hold on. Robb’s hand cupped her cheek as he angled her face and deepened the kiss. He could die happily knowing that this was his last kiss because he did not want to kiss anyone but her ever again. He wanted to consume her, to take a part of her with him, and was hoping that he would survive this war just so he would be able to wed her. He wanted her to be his wife, his queen, and the mother of his children.
He broke the kiss, their mouths only a whisper away as he looked into her eyes. They were drowsy and sweet, two green jewels that made him a complete fool, but he did not mind being a fool for her.
“I wish for you to live.” Myrcella’s voice was shy, but the way she was looking at him told him that she was speaking the truth. “I wish for us to see each other again.”
“I will do my best princess.” The second kiss was quicker, but not any less sweet before he took a step back. His body protested the distance immediately. “It has been a pleasure, Princess Myrcella.”
“Likewise, King Robb.”
Robb looked at her for a few seconds longer, wanting to take her image with him, before turning on his heel and walking away. If he stayed there he would never leave.
Robb Stark (20 years old.)
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“I think we should tell him when he returns,” Sansa said while looking at her little brother and Samwell Tarly. “He has a right to know.”
“He will not come alone.” Brand said in that eerie tone of his that always made her feel cold and like she was talking to a stranger. He was not her little brother anymore, at least not fully. “She will not be pleased knowing that there is someone who has a better claim than she does.”
“It does not matter.” Sansa would not back down. “Jon deserves to know the truth, he has been lied to his entire life.”
“Your father was trying to protect him,” Sam said while giving her a sheepish look. “We all know what Robert Baratheon would have done had he known, I mean, look at what he did to Ellia and her children.”
“I understand why he did it.” And she did, what she did not understand was why he had never explained it to Jon. Once Jon had grown her father should have told him the truth. “But Jon deserves to know and maybe Daenerys will be happy that she is not the only Targaryen left in the world.”
“Do you truly believe that?” Sam asked, a hopeful look on his face.
“No, but I want to.” She wanted to believe that for once things would work out for the better. She looked at Bran. “Do you see anything, see the way she will react to things?”
“I cannot see much, is very confusing.” Bran seemed to get lost in himself for a moment before shaking his head. “Things change every second with every decision a person makes. There are hundreds of different outcomes and I cannot tell which will come to pass, at least not yet.”
“Great, so we might win the war against the night king just to be burnt alive.” She wished Serena were here, her sister would know what to say to make her feel better.
“You should not worry about that now, Jon and Robb will be fine.” The look Bran gave her chilled her to her bones. “We have a bigger problem now.”
“What?” Sansa frowned, as far as she knew everything was working out well.
“Our aunt Lysa has been killed and her husband marches to Winterfell.” Bran’s look told her he knew something she did not. “Littlefinger will be at our gates in a sennight.”
“What are the chances that our mother will turn him away?” She was hopeful that her mother would be smarter than when she kidnapped Tyrion Lannister.
“We need the Vale knights.” Sam was the one who answered and gave her an apologetic look. “And from what I heard when your mother received the letter she was very excited about seeing her old friend.”
Sansa knew that Littlefinger wanted her mother and her, the man was slimy and cunning. She could not allow him to insert himself into her mother’s life. Sansa had not fought so hard in Kings Landing not to feel safe in her own home. She would send a raven to Robb, letting him know what was happening and hoping her brother and cousin would return quickly. Maybe there would be a chance to have the dragon queen burn Littlefinger, that would be a sight.
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
Chapter 22
Summary:
Sorry, the update was so late. Work was extremely busy tonight.
We get a glimpse of what happened in Dragonstone. Serena has a talk with Tywin about his worrying and temper. I hope you guys like it 🥰
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Chapter 22
Jaime stared at the woman and was not ashamed to admit he was surprised. Everything he heard about her, all her titles, and the way she carried herself made him think she would have been taller. Instead, she looked like a doll, she was very short, and her silver hair fell down her back in waves, framing her face. She had large purple eyes and delicate features. She looked like someone who should be wrapped up and locked away to keep her safe. The moment Jaime saw Daenerys Targaryen he could not help but remember her mother, the queen he had failed in so many ways. He should have killed the mad king much sooner, hurt him the same way he had hurt his wife.
Jaime had stayed on the ship while Robb and Jon spoke to the woman and showed her the white walker they brought with them. She had allowed them to mine the dragon glass needed and had pledged her armies to them. Once a truce had been called, Robb Stark had sent for him. Jaime could tell this was not an easy truce and Jon had told him that the dragon queen was upset because Robb refused to bend the knee and give up his title as king. While the queen was not happy about it she had accepted that defeating the dead was more important. The moment Daenerys saw him the truce almost came to an end.
“Why would you bring him here?” The small woman glared at Robb Stark. “Have you brought him so I can kill him?’
“No, Queen Daenerys. We need Jaime Lannister for the war to come.” Jaime could tell that the queen was about to protest, but Robb kept talking. “I understand why you hate him, after everything he has done. I do not like him either. He can be an ass, he is condescending, annoying, does not care about other people’s feelings, always thinks that he is right.” Robb stopped for a moment and frowned. “What was I talking about?”
“You were explaining why we need Jaime,” Jon answered with a snort.
“Right.” Robb cleared his throat. “But he is also the best knight and commander in the seven kingdoms.”
“He killed my father.” Daenerys did not seem to care about any of Robb’s reasons. “The king he was sworn to protect.”
“If you had met your father, you would not be defending him.” Jaime would not apologize for killing that man, as far as he was concerned, he should have done it sooner. “Believe me, Your Grace, I did everyone a favor by killing him, especially your mother.”
Daenerys looked furious and he was lucky that her dragon was not present at that moment or she would have burned him alive. Jon and Robb were looking at him like they wanted to throw him out of the window. Jaime just stood there and stared at the dragon queen.
“Queen Daenerys.” Jon gave the queen an apologetic look. “While we all have issues with each other, right now none of that matters, we have an extremely difficult war to fight and we have to be united if we want to make it out alive.”
The dragon queen just glared at Jaime for a few minutes before finally letting out a sigh and nodding her head. Jaime knew this would not be the end of it and as soon as they finished talking about war plans, the queen would be at his throat again.
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1 week later.
Serena watched her husband pace, he looked worried and was not taking not being away from the fight well. He had gotten a letter from Jaime, letting him know that everything with the dragon queen had gone as well as expected and they were traveling to Winterfell. Serena had also gotten a letter from both her brothers, Robb told her about the dragon queen and her hate for Jaime, while Jon told her about the actual dragons. Her brother sounded awed by the large beasts and confident that with the three dragons on their side, they would be able to win.
Tywin was not happy about Jaime’s dealings with Daenerys Targaryen. He had known his son would be in danger while fighting the army of the dead, but her husband sounded more afraid of Daenerys Targaryen. The maid finished removing her gown, leaving her in just her green corset and underskirt, while her husband just kept pacing and mumbling under his breath. Serena signaled for the maid to leave, wanting to speak to her husband alone. Once the door was closed she moved to stand in front of him, stopping his pacing.
“You need to take a deep breath and try to relax a bit.” The look he gave her said he believed she was crazy. “You have been pacing all day. I know you are worried and so am I, but Jaime said things had gone well in Dragonstone and now they are all heading to Winterfell. He is alive and well.”
“For now,” Her husband just shook his head. “That woman hates him and wants to see him dead. What is going to stop her from having one of those beasts kill him?”
“Tywin, my brothers will make sure he is safe while in Winterfell.” She took one of his hands. “At least until the war starts. You cannot be worrying about Jaime, he is a great warrior, he will be fine.”
“You cannot know that.” He glared at her.
“You are right.” She let out a sigh. “But you cannot be like this the entire time he is gone.”
“You cannot tell me I cannot worry about my son.”
“You are right, but you need to calm down.” This time she was the one glaring at him. “Being so worried is not helping your temper.”
“Why does my temper need any help?”
“Because you are being an ass to everybody.” She threw his hand aside and shook her head. “You have been yelling at the guards and even some of the small council members. You even snapped at Jayne during supper.”
“I did not.” His eyes widened.
“Yes, you did.” He had been in such a bad mood for the past few days and Jaime’s letter had not made him feel any better, he had not even noticed when he snapped at their three name day daughter. “She was trying to tell you about what she had learned at her lessons and you told her you had more important things to worry about and made her cry.”
She moved to the mirror and took off her necklace. She was undoing her braids when Tywin’s image appeared in the mirror, he stood behind her a frown on his face.
“I did not realize I snapped at her, or that I made her cry.” Tywin was very loving towards their children and he was always very encouraging, which is why she knew the issue with Jayne had been because he was worried about Jaime. “I would never do anything to hurt her.”
“I know that.” She stopped fidgeting with her hair and turned around to face her husband. “Which is why I did not take your head off when it happened. I talked to Jayne and explained that you were upset about Jaime and that you did not mean to be so short with her.”
“Thank you.” He cupped her face and gave her a sweet kiss. “I will speak to her in the morning.”
“Good.” Serena turned back towards the mirror, she was attempting to take one of her earrings off when Tywin moved her hair aside and started kissing her neck. “What are you doing?”
“I am apologizing for being, what did you call it? An ass.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “I think I should show you how sorry I truly am.”
“I think that is such an excellent idea.”
His mouth moved down her neck while his fingers worked quickly until her corset was on the ground, her underskirt followed quickly. Their mouths met again, her hands moving to remove his clothes, until they were both naked and he placed her on the bed his body covering hers. His lips moved over her belly, his tongue running under her breasts, before taking a nipple into his mouth. By the time he thrust into her, she was already a sobbing mess. He was gentle, his lovemaking sweet and slow, driving her out of her mind. They came together, their bodies covered in sweat as they lay together. She was happy that she had been able to help his bad mood, even if it was only for a little while. Things would be very hard in the next few moons, they needed as many happy moments as possible. Serena needed to have faith that everything would work out well for them, and that her family would survive this war.
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
Tywin Lannister (50 years old.)
Chapter 23
Summary:
Robb is not happy having Littlefinger in his home and Sansa tells him something he wasn't expecting. Myrcella gives Serena some good info. I hope you guys like it. 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 23
Robb was not happy that Littlefinger was in his home, he did not trust the man and did not like the way he looked at his mother much less the way he looked at Sansa. He could see that his sister was not comfortable with the man either. He had not had much time to speak to his sister about what was happening or why the man was even there, but he would make sure to do it soon. He had spent most of his time since arriving at Winterfell trying to keep Jaime Lannister and Daenerys Targaryen apart. The woman still looked at Jaime like she wanted to set him on fire and Robb was sure that if Jaime got killed by the dragon queen Tywin would kill him.
“I do not like that man.” Jon stepped beside him. “Why is he here?”
“From what my mother said he is here with the Vale knights.” He was not sure why they even followed the man. “My mother said that Littlefinger married Aunt Alyssa and since she is dead now he is the regent for our cousin Robin.”
“Why?” Jon’s look was confused. “They were not even married for a year, why would anyone follow him?”
“I am not sure.” Robb looked toward where the man was trying to speak to Sansa and could not help but notice how uncomfortable his sister looked, while their mother just looked at them with a smile on her face. “But I cannot allow him to insert himself in my family.”
Robb moved to where his sister was, he was not going to let Littlefinger move around his home like he was the lord and master.
“Sansa.” Robb smiled at his sister. “I need to speak to you, alone.”
“Your grace.” Littlefinger bowed, the smile on his face was disturbing. “I am so happy to see you alive and well, some people did not think you would make it back from the south.”
“Where you one of those people?” Robb asked with an amused smile on his face.
“I have always had faith in you.” The man’s answer was not honest in the least. “But we all know that the Stark men do not do well when going south.”
“Yes, well, I am back now and everything is perfectly fine.” Robb gave the man an annoyed smile. “If you will excuse me.”
He took his sister’s arm and led her away from the man. He could see Sansa’s shoulders relaxing as she let out a relieved sigh. Robb led her out of the great hall and out of the castle. It was snowing already and incredibly cold, Robb could feel that this winter was not natural and it would get worse from here on out. He could not imagine how horrible it would be once the night king was at the gates. They did not stop until they had entered the crypt, walking slowly to where their father’s statute was.
“I miss him,” Robb said as he looked at the statue. “I wake up sometimes still expecting him to walk down the halls and yell at me for being late to my lessons.”
“Yes, I still expect to see him too.” Sansa shook her head. “I have never been able to forget the way he died. I can still see him being beheaded every time I close my eyes,”
“I am sorry.” Sansa frowned at him and Robb gave her an apologetic look. “I am sorry that I did not save you and for everything you had to suffer.”
“There was nothing you could have done.”
“Yes, there was.” Robb was done hiding from all the mistakes he had made and his sisters were two of the people he had to apologize to the most. “I should have exchanged Jaime for you and Serena. The fact that I decided to hang onto him made it possible for Joffrey and Cersei to torture you two more.”
“You did what you had to do, I do not blame you for what happened, at least not anymore.” Sansa gave him a smile before her expression changed. “I think that Littlefinger had something to do with our father’s death.”
“What do you mean?”
“At the time when our father was arrested, Littlefinger was the one in charge of the City Watch. He promised our father that the City Watch would support him, but at the last minute they turned against him, and our father was arrested and executed.” Sansa shook her head. “Then somehow Littlefinger was very friendly with the Lannisters.”
“You think he betrayed our father?”
“Yes,” Sansa gave him a pleading look. “I would like your permission to send a letter to Serena and ask her to try and find out some things about Littlefinger.”
“What do you think Serena will be able to find?”
“I am not sure, but I have to try.”
“Fine.” Robb wanted to know about the man also. “But do not say anything about this to anyone, especially our mother.” Sansa nodded and the smile she gave him made him frown. “You have already sent the letter, have you not?”
“Well, you took too long to return.”
Robb laughed and shook his head, he should have known Sansa would not stay still.
Robb Stark (22 years old.)
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
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Serena slammed her hands on the table, annoyed that even after a fortnight of looking into Littlefinger she still had not found anything. She had talked to some of his servants, to some of the people she had seen him speaking with, she had even searched the chambers he had used while in the palace. Even with all of that she still had not found anything about him or his dealings.
There was a knock on the door and she let out an annoyed sigh. “Enter.”
She was a little surprised when Myrcella was the one who walked in, a sweet smile on her face. She had believed that the princess was in Flea Bottom, working with the small folk.
“Grandsire told me you would be here.” Myrcella moved closer to the table. “I was going to ask if I can take Jayne with me tomorrow. She wants to visit the orphanage with me.”
“Of course,” Serena answered, looking down at the papers spread in front of her. “Just make sure you take a few more guards with you.”
“Of course,” She could hear the question in Myrcella’s voice before the girl even asked her. “Is something the matter, Serena?”
“I have been trying to find some information about Littlefinger, but no one knows anything.” Serena shook her head. “I have asked everyone I can think of, even his old servants and no one knows anything.”
“Is this about what happened to your father?”
“Yes,” Serena did not want to fail, she wanted Littlefinger to pay if he was to blame for what had happened to her father. “Sansa believes that he has something to do with what happened.”
“Have you talked to any of the women who work at his pleasure house?” Serena gave Myrcella a questioning look. “He uses them to do his dirty work for him, that is how he knows secrets about so many people. A few years ago he used a small girl, she must have been eight at the time, to send messages to my mother. I believe she was working for him, personally.”
“Yes, but what are the chances that we can find that girl now?” Serena shook her head. “Is she even still alive?”
“Yes, she is.” Serena’s eyes widened at the smile on Myrcella’s face. “She is at the orphanage I will be visiting tomorrow.”
“Are you serious?” Serena asked as she stood up. “Please, tell me this is not some kind of jest.”
“Of course not.”
“Myrcella,” Serena moved quickly, wrapping the younger girl in a tight hug, before kissing her forehead. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
“Yes, you have.” Myrcella laughed and returned the hug. “But I still appreciate the sentiment.”
Serena could feel all her excitement return. All she had to do was find that girl and hopefully, she would be able to find proof about what the man had done. If she was able to confirm that Littlefinger had something to do with her father’s death her brother would have him executed.
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
Myrcella Baratheon (15 years old.)
Chapter 24
Summary:
Myrcella and Serena find the girl who worked for Littlefinger. Sansa decides is time to tell Jon the truth. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 24
Myrcella walked through the orphanage, looking around to help find the girl Serena needed to speak with. In the end, Serena decided to go with her to the orphanage. Myrcella made sure to bring everything she had promised the septas and had left Serena to distribute the things while she looked for the girl. She had checked almost every room in the building and still had not seen her. She walked to the gardens and was about to give up when she saw the girl standing a few feet away. The girl was a couple of years younger than she was and would have to leave the orphanage in less than a year. Myrcella had heard that the girl had been found on the streets a couple of years before, which made her wonder what had happened between her and Littlefinger.
“Good day.” Myrcella smiled as she approached the girl, who bowed immediately. “I was wondering if we could speak for a moment.”
“Of course, princess.” The girl looked very uncomfortable.
“You do not have to be afraid, you are not in any trouble.” The girl nodded, but she did not appear to be any more comfortable than before. “Actually, I am not the one who wants to speak to you.”
Myrcella had the girl followed until they reached Serena and she saw the way the younger girl’s eyes widened. Myrcella could not blame her, Serena could be an intimidating presence with her beautiful face and her elegant green and gold gown. The girl bowed again and Myrcella resisted the urge to laugh, the girl’s forehead almost touched the ground.
“Serena, this is…” Myrcella stopped when she realized she did not know the girl’s name and gave her an apologetic look. “I apologize, I forgot to ask you your name.”
“I am Mela, princess.” The girl gave her a hesitant smile before giving Serena a hesitant look.
“Well, Serena, this is Mela.” Serena gave her a nod. “And this Princess Serena Lannister, she is the sister of the king in the north.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, princess.” Mela just kept looking between the both of them. “Princess Myrcella said you wished to speak to me.”
“Yes, I was told that you used to work for Petyr Baelish.” If Mela was tense before she looked almost like a statue now. Her face was filled with fear and she refused to look at either of them. “Do not worry, I am not trying to get you in trouble, but I need to know some things about him.”
“Of course, princess.” The girl swallowed, but the fearful look did not leave her face. “I will tell you whatever information I know.”
“Perfect.” Serena took the girl’s arm and led her away from the other people, Myrcella followed after them. Serena looked around to make sure they were not being overheard. “I was told that you used to be the one who carried Littlefinger messages, I was told you even met with Queen Cersei a few times.”
“Yes, princess.” The girl bit her lip. “Lord Baelish said that I was small and no one would pay me any attention.”
“Do you know what happened between Lord Baelish and my father?”
“I do not know much, but I have several letters between Lord Baelish and Queen Cersei.” The girl seemed thoughtful for a moment and frowned. “He and Queen Cersei wrote each other a lot after Lord Stark was arrested.”
“Mela, I will give one hundred gold dragons if you give me every letter and whatever documents you have from Lord Baelish.” The girl’s eyes widened and Serena smiled. “I will give you one hundred and twenty gold dragons if you hand them over to me now.”
Mela nodded quickly before running to her chambers. Myrcella could see how excited Serena was and was hoping that those letters contained the information she needed for her brother to get rid of Littlefinger. Myrcella was not comfortable knowing the man was in the Stark’s home.
Myrcella Baratheon (15 years old.)
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
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Sansa twisted her hands in front of her as she paced back in forth. She had asked Jon to meet with her after supper in the crypt, but now she was not so sure. She could see the strain between Jon and Daenerys and also noticed the way the dragon queen looked at him. She hated lying and she was not very good at it, she did not want to hide things from Jon. He had been lied to his entire life and while she understood the reasons why, she did not think it was fair. She stopped for a moment and looked at the statute of her aunt Lyanna, the woman who had fallen in love with a prince and sent the realm into war. Their love had cost thousands of lives and after everything was done, things had never been the same. Jon was born from that love and that sacrifice and Sansa was not sure how he would react to the news.
“While I have never minded the cold, this winter is not natural.” She turned and Jon, who gave her an exasperated look. “This better be important because we could have talked inside the castle, where is warm.”
“I know and I am sorry about this, but I need to speak to you and no one can hear what I have to say.”
“What is it?” Now he looked concerned and moved closer to her. “Has someone done something to you?”
“No, this is not about me. I have something important to tell you, but I am not sure how to say it. I need you to listen and not interrupt me until I am done. Please.” Jon frowned, but nodded and Sansa took a deep breath. “Rhaegar Targaryen did not kidnap my aunt Lyanna, they both fell in love and ran away together. Rhaegar annulled his marriage to Princess Elia and married my aunt in secret. When the war reached its most strenuous point, Prince Rhaegar left Aunt Lyanna at the Tower of Joy with his two most trusted kingsguards to protect her. He needed her to be safe because she was with child. After Prince Rhaegar died my father and Howland Reed traveled to the Tower of Joy to get my aunt. When they arrived my father found Aunt Lyanna bleeding out after giving birth. She had a son and named him Aegon Targaryen. With her last breath, she made my father promise to protect him and take care of him. She knew what Robert would do if he found out about the boy, so my father lied and told everyone that the boy was his and raised him as his son.”
Jon’s eyes had widened and he looked at Lyanna’s statute, before turning back towards her. Sansa bit her lip and just allowed him to think about what she had said. She knew she had just blurted it out, but she did not know another way to say it. Jon’s hands trembled before he tightened his fists and glared at her.
“What are you saying, Sansa?”
“I am saying that you are not a bastard, you have never been.” She moved closer and took his hands in hers, afraid that he would pull away and relieved when he did not. “You are a prince, Jon, you are the rightful heir to the throne. You are a Targaryen and a Stark. Your mother never abandoned you, she loved you so much that she gave her life so that you could be born.”
“So you are saying that my father…” He stopped talking for a moment. “That your father, who is really my uncle, lied to me my entire life. I do not believe it, how can you know this?”
“Sam found records in the Citadel, the maester who married your parents wrote everything down and Bran confirmed it.”
“So all of you knew, you have known since before I returned and you never said anything.” He yanked his hands out of hers. “You lied to me.”
“No, Jon.” She tried to move closer but stopped when he took a step back. “We wanted to tell you, but we did not know how.”
“Why are you telling me now?”
“Because I spent years being awful to you and judging you for something that was not your doing. I know that I have apologized before but I want you to know how truly sorry I am.” A tear ran down her face as she looked at her cousin. “After everything I have done, I could not lie to you any longer. You deserve to know the truth. I know that our father lied to protect you, but you deserve to know where you come from and about your legacy.”
“My legacy?” His face was a mask of rage, she had never seen him look that way before. “You mean the legacy of a mad man who enjoyed burning people?” He moved forward so suddenly that she found herself backed against one of the walls. “Or the legacy of a man and a woman who decided to run away and caused thousands to die for their selfish desires.”
He looked so angry and hurt that Sansa wished she could hug him and make him feel better, but she did not think he would welcome her closeness now. Jon looked at his mother’s statue one more time before shaking his head and stalking away. She was hoping she had not made a mistake by telling him.
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
Chapter 25
Summary:
Robb receives the proof he needs to get rid of Littlefinger. And yes some of the stuff in this chapter are exactly like in the show. Sansa makes a daring move. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 25
“I want to move Petyr to the family wing.” Robb looked at his mother like she had gone crazy, but apparently, she did not realize it or just did not care. “He is a lord and he did bring forty thousand men with him.”
“That does not mean he has to be moved to the family wing.” Robb was not sure why his mother liked and trusted the man so much, but he was not comfortable with it. “The family wing is just for the family.”
“It is not.” His mother was getting upset. “If it was just for family then you would not have moved the bastard there.”
“Jon is my brother.” Robb glared at his mother, he was so tired of having the same argument over and over again. He had been having the same fight since returning from Dragonstone, his mother refusing to understand his love for Jon and their relationship. “He has always been my brother, no matter what you say or what you think, that is the truth.”
“I do not want to argue with you.”
“Then, do not.” He stood up, tired of having the same conversation, knowing that it was not going to go anywhere. “Baelish will stay where he is at and I do not want to have this conversation again.”
His mother just glared harder and it almost felt like she believed she could intimidate him into saying yes. Robb stared back at her and did not say anything, he was the king, and as much as he loved his mother that did not mean that he was going to just do whatever she wanted. Finally, she must have realized that he would not change his mind because with one last glare, she stomped away and Robb rolled his eyes. Dealing with his mother was harder than dealing with his younger siblings.
Every time he spoke to his mother he missed the South, which he did not think would ever happen. More than the South, he missed Myrcella and wished he could see her again. He was hoping to win this war so he could wed her.
There was a knock on the door and Robb let out an annoyed sigh, he just wanted five minutes to himself. “Enter.”
Samwell Tarly entered his solar, making Robb smile. He liked the man, he was good and loyal and his brother’s best friend. Sam had earned his place at Winterfell and Robb was hoping that after the war the man would decide to stay with them. He could always use more good men.
“Your grace.” Sam bowed before moving closer. “Have you spoken to Princess Sansa or to Jon?”
“No,” Robb frowned. “Why? Is something the matter?”
“No, I just wanted to know if you had talked to them.” Robb was not sure if he believed the man, there was something on his face saying that there was more to the story. Robb was about to ask him again when the man started talking. You have received a letter from Kings Landings.”
“A letter?” Robb could not help the excitement in his voice as he took the letter from Sam.
“Well, there are several letters, but this one is the one Princess Serena wrote for you.”
Robb broke the seal and read the letter quickly, before gesturing for Sam to hand him the other letters his sister had sent. His smile grew as he read the words, knowing that this was all he needed to get rid of Littlefinger.
“Sam, have the guards arrest Lord Petyr Baelish and take him to the main hall.” Sam gave him a happy smile and nodded his head quickly. “Have my mother locked in her chambers and a guard post outside her door, and have every lord meet me in the main hall in an hour.”
Sam left quickly and Robb went looking for Sansa and Jon, wanting to let them know what had happened. He was able to find them quickly and showed them the letters Serena had sent. He could see the relief in his siblings' faces as they all walked to the great hall together, Arya meeting them at the entrance.
“I know that father always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword.” Robb nodded and noticed how determined his little sister’s look was. “But I want to be the one to kill him, I need this.”
Robb wanted to say no, he wanted to look at his little sister and see the small girl who had left Winterfell, but he knew Arya was not that girl any longer. All three of his sisters had lost their innocence years before and Arya had seen their father die. The least Robb could do was give her this much, something to show her that she could still avenge their father, so he nodded, giving his approval.
All the Starks entered the great together, the lords standing up and bowing as they walked by. Once they were seated at the high table Sam nodded to one of the guards, who brought Littlefinger into the hall. Robb stared at the man who had caused them all so much pain, who was to blame for a war that had killed so many people.
“You stand accused of murder, you stand accused of treason.” Robb gave the man a satisfied look. “How do you answer these charges, Lord Baelish?”
“I do not understand what is happening.” Baelish looked around as if he was waiting for someone to come to his defense. “I do not know what you speak of.”
“Very well, let us start with the simplest one,” Robb answered with a smile if this was how the man wanted to play it. “Murder, you murdered my aunt Lysa Arryn, you pushed her through the moon door. There are two maids in the Eyrie who can attest to this, they have both written letters describing what they saw. Do you deny it?”
“I would never do something so horrible.” Robb almost snorted. “She tripped and fell, I would have never done something like that.”
“Of course you would.” Sansa’s look was cold as she stared at the man. “You did it to take power in the Vale and before all of that you conspired with our aunt to murder Jon Arryn, you gave her tears of Lys to poison him. Do you deny it?”
Robb was surprised by his sister’s strength as she stared the man down. The man looked flabbergasted and did not know what to say. Sansa did not seem to have a problem with her words.
“You had Aunt Lysa send letters to our parents, telling them that it was the Lannisters who murdered Jon Arryn when really it was you.” Sansa’s voice grew stronger the longer she spoke and Robb allowed her to get everything out. “The conflict between the Starks and the Lannisters, it was you who started it. Do you deny it?”
“I did not send any letter.” Even as the man tried to defend himself, Sansa just kept going, too far gone to stop now.
“You conspired with Cersei Lannister and Joffrey Baratheon to betray our father Ned Stark. Thanks to your treachery he was imprisoned and later executed on false charges of treason.” Sansa’s voice was filled with anger and pain. It broke Robb’s heart, but he let her go on. “Do you deny it?”
“I deny it.” The man glared at them, like he was the one being wronged, and looked around the hall once more. “None of you were there to see what happened. None of you know the truth.”
“You held a knife to his throat.” The entire hall went quiet as Bran’s voice echoed. Littlefinger turned to look at his brother and for the first time, Robb saw true fear in the man’s eyes. “You said I did warn you not to trust me.”
“You told our mother, this knife belonged to Tyrion Lannister.” Arya stood up and moved around the table, pulling out the Valyrian steel knife she was speaking of. “But that was another one of your lies, it was yours.”
Robb wanted to kill the man with his bare hands, to tear him apart. This man had caused so much pain, and destroyed so many lives. He was the reason his father was dead and Robb wanted to kill him a thousand times over. He stood up and Arya moved closer to the man.
“Lord Baelish, I find you guilty of the charges of murder and treason and sentence you to death.” The man was pushed to his knees by the guards. “My father always said that the man who passes the sentence should swing the sword, and as much as I would love to take your head, I have promised that honor to someone else.”
Arya moved quickly and before Baelish could even realize what was happening she had slit his throat. They all watched as the man bled out in the middle of the hall and even then, it felt like he had gotten off too easily.
Robb Stark (22 years old.)
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
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Sansa destroyed everything she could find as she resisted the urge to scream, not wanting to alarm her family and have them come running. She hated Baelish and she hated her mother for believing the man. Littlefinger had taken everything from her, from her family and he had only suffered for a few seconds. She had known that he had something to do with her father’s death, but she had not expected it to hurt so much once she had the proof. Hearing what Bran had said, knowing that Baelish had held her father at knife point had been more than she could take.
“Sansa.” Jon’s eyes widened when he walked into her chambers and saw the destruction she had caused. He closed the door and walked farther into the room, stopping before he could reach her. “Are you well?”
“No, that man is to blame for my father’s death, for all the torture I had to endure.” She glared at Jon, even though she knew it was not his fault. “For everything that went wrong in our life.”
“I know,” His voice was gentle. “But he is dead now and he will never hurt you again.”
She wanted to tell him that it did not matter, the damage had already been done. Her beliefs had been crushed and sometimes it felt like a part of her had died with her father. She looked at Jon for a moment before shaking her head.
“Why are you here?” His expression became confused and Sansa waved a hand. “I thought you were angry with me, that you did not want to see me.”
“I am not angry at you, Sansa.” He moved until their bodies were almost touching. “I was angry at the situation, but I was never angry at you.”
“That is not what it looked like.”
“I am sorry if I was short with you.” He gave her an apologetic smile. “But even if I was angry with you, I would still be here. You are my little sister and it is my job to protect you.”
“I am not your sister!”
Her voice was harsher than she intended, but she did not want to hear that she was his sister. Sansa had spent moons fighting her feelings, thinking they were wrong and she was as awful as Cersei. If she was being honest, finding out Jon was not her father’s son had been a relief. It meant that she was not deranged and that her feelings were not wrong. She had forgotten that Jon might still see her as his sister.
“I am sorry.” She did not want him to apologize, it was not his fault. “But even if Ned was not my father, you will always be my sister.”
Sansa glared at him and took a step closer. “I am not your sister.”
She moved quickly, afraid he would stop her, and pressed her lips against his. He froze for a moment, his body tensing. She felt stupid and awful, for forcing him to do something he did not want. She started to pull away when one of Jon’s hands moved around her waist, crushing her body to his and his other hand gripped her hair and angled her head. She moaned when his lips took possession of hers. The kiss was long and deep, making her body heat up as the warmth of his body sank into hers. She could not think of anything else, but the way his lips moved against hers. Her hands gripped his cloak as she clung to him, her body becoming heavy and needy until she had to rub her legs together to find some relief.
He broke off the kiss and gave her a wide eyed look before almost throwing himself away from her. Sansa opened her mouth, but he was out of the door before she could say anything. She was hoping he would not hate her or hide from her, she did not want to lose him.
Chapter 26
Summary:
This is not a very happy chapter. Our couples get into it. I still hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 27
2 weeks later.
“Petyr Baelish was executed.” Serena stopped chewing and looked at her husband, the look on his face was blank as he just stared at her. She put the fork down and continued chewing her food. “I was told that Robb Stark received some letters, which proved that he had conspired with Cersei to have your father arrested and later executed on false charges of treason.”
“Yes, Sansa sent me a letter,” Serena answered, looking towards the children before looking back at her husband. “She told me what happened.”
“Yes, I was surprised when I had to find out from someone else about it, instead of my wife.” Even while his face was neutral his voice sounded angry.
“Myrcella.” Serena smiled at the younger girl. “Can you please take the children with you? I will come to see you all as soon as your father and I are done speaking.”
The children nodded and stood up, following after Myrcella. Serena did not say anything or look at Tywin until the door was closed. She was not sure what he had heard or what people had told him, but she should have talked to him about it before.
“I did not hide it from you, I was not keeping it a secret, Tywin. I told you I was looking into Littlefinger.” She did not want to be fighting with him. “I even went with Myrcella to that orphanage to find that girl, you knew what I was doing.”
“No, I knew you wanted to find proof so you could get rid of Littlefinger, what I did not know was that you would use my family to do it.” He stood up and slammed his hands on the table. “You used my daughter and my grandson.”
“I did not use your daughter.” She stood up, hating that it had come to this. Cersei had been imprisoned for so many years and she was still causing problems. “Your daughter did horrible things and you knew about them. I did not send those letters to have your daughter executed or accused of treason. She is still fine, she is not on trial, even after everything she has done, she is still in her chambers being treated like a princess.”
“She is my daughter! What do you want me to do, kill her?”
“To be honest, I would prefer it, but no, I would never ask that of you.” She knew how much Tywin loved his daughter and how devastated he would be if he was forced to kill her, which is why she had never pushed for that to happen, but that did not mean she was not angry. “I know you love your daughter, I do not blame you for it, but I am glad that my father got the justice he deserved.”
“YOUR FATHER IS DEAD!” She jumped at the anger in his voice, he had never yelled at her like that before. “What good was it to bring up the past again?”
“Because he deserved justice and do not talk to me about letting things rest, I am perfectly aware of the things you have done to avenge slights against your family.” She could not believe that after so many years they were still fighting over this. “Your daughter accused my father of treason for telling the truth, she had him killed because he wanted to do the right thing. Why would I let that go? Why would I allow everyone to believe he lied when it was your daughter who committed treason, who put a bastard on the throne? Even after everyone knows the truth she is still alive and well.”
“What did you expect her to do? Your father threatened her children.”
“He did not.” She moved closer to Tywin. “My father told Cersei in advance what he was going to do, he gave her a warning, which is why she had time to plan and have him executed. He told her to leave and take the children so they would not be hurt and your precious daughter plotted to have him executed instead.”
“I did not realize how angry you still were.” His eyes were filled with disappointment and that hurt her most of all and made her furious at the same time.
“Is that a jest?” She narrowed her eyes and everything she had kept inside just came out. “Your daughter spent years torturing me and my sister. We were used to entertain the court. Have you any idea how many times I was slapped or punched, even though I did nothing to deserve it? All the times your grandson beat my sister in front of the entire court for no reason, the threat that we constantly lived under. I was told many times how easy it would be for the queen to have her kingsguard enter my chambers and rape me and no one would say anything. The times your grandson threatened to do the same thing to Sansa. Even after all of that, I married you and supported you and your family. So do not dare tell me I should have let things go.”
“Serena…” He moved towards her, but she raised a hand, not wanting to have him close at that moment.
“No,” she shook her head. “I have been so stupid, thinking that we were in love, that you would ever put me before the person who has disappointed you the most in this world, but I was just fooling myself. You made it clear who your family is.”
He had been angry with her for wanting to get justice for her family and a bit of justice for herself. In the end, his precious family mattered more to him than the family they had created together. She had been so stupid to think that he would not be upset about Littlefinger and Cersei being outed. She had not hidden what she had been doing, but she had not given him any specifics either. She could now see that she had been afraid that he would not support her and she had been right. When Cersei had attacked her while she was with child, she had supported Tywin when he had decided not to have his daughter executed. She had agreed with his decision because she did not want to hurt him, but she had not considered that he would not have the same issue when it came to her family.
She walked out of the room, wanting to see her children and make sure they were fine. They would make her feel better, just seeing them and making sure they were alright always made her feel happy. She did not want them to be afraid because she and Tywin had been fighting. She would find somewhere else to sleep for the night, she did not want to be near her husband.
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Sansa sat in the great hall as she pushed her food around the plate, not having much of an appetite. Her mother had been locked in her chambers since Baelish’s trial and execution. She had screamed and called Robb horrible names, accusing him of being like Joffrey. It came to the point where Sansa had been so angry she had slapped her mother, something she never thought she would do. But she had seen the pain in Robb’s eyes when their mother had made those horrible accusations and she could not stand it. Her brother had done his best for all of them and their mother was not making things any easier.
Sansa looked up to where Jon was, standing with some of the Vale knights and with Robb, he was laughing at something one of the knights had said. That was another thing that was bothering her. Jon had barely looked at her since the kiss, he would run in the opposite direction if he saw her walking down the hall. Sansa felt like an idiot, she had not known how much damage she would cause with one simple kiss. There was also the matter of Daenerys Targaryen and the way the queen looked at Jon. Sansa could see the woman was in love with him and Sansa was starting to believe Jon might be in love with her as well. Even if they were aunt and nephew, to the Targaryens that did not mean much. They married each other all the time.
Sansa looked around the hall once more and once she was sure no one was paying attention to her she stood up and walked out. She needed some time for herself and lately, that was not easy to get. Her home was filled with so many people, that it was hard to walk about without running into someone. She made her way into the library and was thankful when she did not see anyone. She closed the door and made her way to the stack of books, she missed her sister and Myrcella. She had not been there long when the doors opened and she heard two sets of footsteps walk in. She was hidden between the bookshelves and was about to make her presence known when she heard the voice.
“We cannot do this again Daenerys.” Jon’s voice was apologetic and Sansa’s heart squeezed in her chest. “I am sorry but what happened between us was a mistake and it should have never happened.”
“Why do you always do that?” The queen’s voice sounded annoyed. “I have told you how much I want you, we made love and you act like you cannot bear to be near me.”
“I am sorry, but there are too many things to worry about.” Jon’s voice sounded a bit closer. “There is a war we need to prepare for, now is not the time to do this.”
She was not sure what happened because the dragon queen did not say anything, but she heard the woman’s footsteps as she angrily walked out of the library and slammed the door. Sansa let out a relieved breath and moved around the large bookshelf, Jon was still standing nearby and his eyes widened when he saw her. She saw the guilty look and shook her head.
“Do not worry.” She gave him a sarcastic smile, at least now she knew why he had been ignoring her. “I will not say anything.”
“Sansa.” Jon took a step towards her and she took a step back, making him stop. “It is not what you think.”
“So you did not fuck Daenerys?” He flinched and the guilt on his face became more prominent. “It is none of my concern, but next time you might want to make sure there is no one present when you speak about it.”
“Sansa, it was not…” He stopped for a moment and shook his head. “It happened when we were traveling here and it was only the one time. I did not know who she was to me and I would never do that again now that I know.”
“You do not owe me any explanations, it is none of my concern.” She gave him a small nod and tried to step around him. “At least now I know why you have been avoiding me.”
Jon grabbed her hand, stopping her from walking away and turning her towards him.
“Please, just allow me to explain.”
“There is nothing to explain.” She gave him a small smile and took her arm out of his hand. “Like I said, I will not say anything to anyone.”
She gave him a small nod and walked out, hating that she was hurt. She had worked so hard to be stronger and not let things get to her so easily. She should have known better than to allow Jon to see the way she felt about him. Some things were not meant to be.
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
Chapter 27
Summary:
Tywin knows he fucked up and tries to apologize. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 27
Serena smiled at her maid as she dismissed her for the night before sitting down and picking up her hairbrush. She had decided to sleep in Sansa’s chambers since they had not been used in a while. She had the maids clean it every sennight and was happy that they had been cleaned the night before. She had already put the children to bed, but she had noticed they had been a bit more clingy tonight. They could tell that something had happened, it was not hard to do with the tension between her and Tywin being so noticeable. Serena had not missed the apologetic look Myrcella had given them.
The doors opened and Tywin walked in, her hand paused mid-brush before she just kept going. She had been hoping he would respect her wishes and leave her alone for the night, but she could see that it would not be possible. He closed the door and moved closer to her.
“I am sure you are supposed to knock.” She put the hairbrush down and stood up. “I do not want to do this tonight. I am tired and would like to get some sleep, you can go back to telling me how I have destroyed your precious family tomorrow.”
“Serena,” He moved to stop her before she could get to the bed. “That is not what I wanted to speak to you about.”
“Tywin, please.” She tried to move around, but he put his hands on her shoulders, stopping her. “I do not want to do this right now.”
“I do not want to fight with you.” She saw how uncomfortable he looked. “I am sorry for what I said.”
“Which part?” She would not let him out of it easily.
“Everything. I understand why you wanted justice for your father.” He pulled her a bit closer. “I am sorry that I did not take into account the way you were feeling or that I made you feel like you were not part of my family, you are the best part of it.”
“It is fine, I think we need to spend some time apart.” She did not want to be apart from her husband, but he had hurt her. “I do not want to fight, I just want to sleep.”
“Serena, I do not want to fight.” He still had not let her go. “But I will not be separated from you. You are my wife and you and our children are my family.”
“You hurt me.”
“I know,” He cupped her face and pressed his forehead against hers. “And I am sorry but do not ask me to stay away from you because I cannot do that. I need you.”
He pressed his lips against hers, the kiss was soft, almost apologetic. She closed her eyes, enjoyed his closeness, and kissed him back. He pulled her closer until their bodies were crushed together. He wanted her, she could feel it and she wanted him too, but she also did not want him to think that everything was well between them.
“Tywin, wait.” She broke the kiss. “I do not want to do this tonight, not like this.”
“Fine, we do not have to do anything, but do not ask me to stay away from you.” He kissed the top of her head before pulling her into a hug. “I cannot be away from you, I love you.”
“I love you too,” Even after he hurt her.
“Just let me stay with you,” He kissed her again, this kiss was quick. “I know you are still angry and hurt and I do not blame you. I just need to be close to you.”
She looked at him for a moment, before nodding her head. She was mad at him, but she still loved him and wanted to be near him.
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
Tywin Lannister (50 years old.)
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Tywin sat at his desk and just stared at the papers in front of him. He had not been able to get any work done, he could not concentrate. He had been such an idiot, saying those things to his wife and hurting her. He was not even sure why he was angry, it was not like Jaime had been upset about it. His son had made it clear that he was happy about Littlefinger being dead and Tywin did not disagree. He hated the man and knew that he had helped his daughter do horrible things.
“You have been staring at that piece of paper for the past few hours.” His brother’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts and Tywin stared at Kevan, who just gave him an amused look. “What is wrong?”
“Nothing,” He was not even sure himself. “I am just distracted.”
“Does this have anything to do with what is happening between you and Serena?” Tywin looked annoyed, but his brother was not intimidated. “We can tell something is wrong, there is this tension between the both of you that was not there before.”
“She is angry with me.” He might as well be honest about it.
“Why?” Kevan frowned. “You both were fine a few days ago.”
“Yes, and then I received a letter from Jaime, letting me know that Littlefinger had been executed.” Kevan nodded, he had already known about it. “He told me about the trial the Starks held, the evidence they had, and the things they said about what Littlefinger and Cersei did.”
“I am aware of that.” Kevan still looked a bit confused. “Why would Serena be upset about that?”
“She was not upset about that.” This part was the one he did not want to say. “I may have accused her of using my family to get revenge for her father.”
“Your family?” Kevan frowned and his face changed a little. “What does that mean?”
“Well, apparently, Serena took that as me not thinking she was part of my family.”
“Because that is what sounds like.” Tywin glared at his brother, but Kevan did not back down. “I can see why she is upset with you.”
“Whose side are you on?”
“Yours, but I have to tell you that this time you are the one who is wrong. You should have never said that to her.”
“I am aware of that.” He shook his head. “She slept in Sansa’s old chambers last night.”
“And you allowed it?” His brother let out a laugh. “I do not remember the last time you both slept apart.”
“We did not sleep apart.” Kevan opened his mouth, but Tywin interrupted. “I slept in there with her.”
“You did?” Kevan was surprised, but after a few seconds, he nodded. “That was a start. What are you planning to do to get her to forgive you?”
“I do not know.” He hated being at odds with his wife, he did not like hurting her or making her feel like an outsider. “I did not realize how angry she still was.”
“What do you mean?”
“I always knew she and Cersei did not like each other and I did not expect them to be friends, but I never realized how much resentment Serena felt towards my daughter.”
“Well, that is surprising, you have never been a stupid man.” Tywin narrowed his eyes, but Kevan just lifted a hand. “You had to know that Serena hates Cersei. Your daughter not only had her father executed, but also spent years torturing her and her sister. Is that not the reason why Serena married you in the first place, so you could protect her and her sister? There is also the fact that your daughter tried to push her down the stairs while she was heavy with child.”
Tywin had not forgotten about that and he was still angry about it. He understood the reason Serena hated Cersei and he was not sure why he had been so surprised. He had been upset when he received Jaime’s letter and old insecurities had come back. He hated the fact that people were speaking about his family, letting everyone the horrible things his daughter had done. He had lashed out at his wife and hurt her and now he had to find a way to make it better.
Tywin Lannister
Chapter 28
Summary:
Jon and Sansa talk for a bit. Tywin explains to Serena why he reacted the way he did. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 28
“Just make sure that all the food is ready to be sent to the kitchens in time.” The maester nodded. “I also want to make sure that the food is being given the way I have said. I do not want us to run out too soon, this winter is hard enough already.”
“Of course, princess.” The maester gave her an apologetic look. “Have you any idea when your mother will be allowed to take control of Winterfell again?”
“When the king decides,” Sansa answered, making sure that her voice was firm, but not to sound rude. “That will be all for today.”
The man bowed before walking away and Sansa waited until he had left to let out a sigh. Since her mother had been locked in her chambers for the past moon Robb had placed her in charge of Winterfell’s day-to-day running. Sansa was thankful for the distraction, at least this way she did not spend all her day thinking about Jon. She was also happy that Jon, just like her brother had been busy with the war preparations. Jon had tried to talk to her a few times, but Sansa had been able to avoid him for the most part. The other times they were forced to speak were mostly when Robb and her other siblings were around. Arya, Rickon, and Robb still did not know about Jon and Sansa had no plans to tell them. As far as she was concerned, she had told Jon and he would talk to the rest of their family when he was ready.
“You can be very hard to find.” Sansa tensed when Jon’s voice reached her ears and she cursed the fact that she had told the maester he could leave. “I know you can hear me, I am only two feet away from you.”
“I did not know you were looking for me.” She turned to look at him and gave him a polite smile. “Is there something you need?”
“I need you to talk to me.”
“I am talking to you.” She tried to move around him. “But I am very busy, so if you do not need anything I am going to leave and tend to my duties.”
“I do not think so.” He moved quickly, blocking her exit. “I have been trying to talk to you for days, I am not letting you leave until you speak to me.”
“Jon, there is nothing for us to talk about.” She also did not want to be so close to him if she could help it. “I have told you I will not say anything about what happened between you and Daenerys. I have not said anything up until now and I will not say anything either.”
“That is not what I want to talk to you about.” He took a step closer and she became even more tense. “You kissed me.”
“I know and I am sorry about that.” She could not help but flush. “It was a mistake and I should not have done it.”
“A mistake?” He frowned. “It did not seem like a mistake to me.”
“Jon, do not make this any harder than it was to be.” She took a deep breath, hating that it had come to this. She should have never kissed him. “Just pretend that I never kissed you, forget about what happened.”
“I cannot forget.” He walked closer, his body crowding hers. He cupped the side of her face with one hand and the look he was giving her was a bit confusing. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “There is something I need to know.”
Jon’s lips were on hers before she could ask him what he meant. Her mouth became pliant as he took control of the kiss. He teased her lips until she opened for him, his tongue explored the inside of her mouth, coxing her tongue to follow his. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, making her moan and one of her hands cupped the back of his head. He crushed her body to his, kissing her deeper until she whimpered and felt like her head was spinning. Sansa had only kissed Joffrey, it had been one time and it had barely been a kiss. This was not just a kiss, it felt like he wanted to consume her.
She had to break the kiss once breathing became a problem. They panted against each other’s mouth and Sansa could not help but be confused about the situation. She had been sure that he did not think of her that way, which is why she did not understand why he had kissed her.
“Why did you do that?”
“I am not sure.” She continued to look at him and he took a step back. “I just needed to be sure of what I felt.”
“And that is why you kissed me? Because you were not sure of your feelings for me?”
“This is all confusing, Sansa, up until a few weeks ago I thought you were my sister.”
“I understand.” She did, but she did not want to be pulled around until he made up his mind. “But please, do not kiss me again until you have made up your mind. I cannot take any more uncertainty.”
She walked away quickly, loving that he had kissed her and hating that it might have been the last time. She understood that he had doubts and she was not unsympathetic to them, but she did not want to stand around and have him use her until he was sure of his feelings.
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Jon Snow (22 years old.)
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Serena looked up from the book to make sure her daughter was still doing well. She was sitting on a blanket Serena had spread out and had several dolls in front of her. Her daughter was a lot like Sansa, which always made Serena smile. Once she was sure Jayne was doing well, she went back to reading her book or attempting to read her book. She had been staring at the same page for the past hour and still did not understand a word she had read. Tywin and her relationship was still strained and they were not really talking. He had apologized several times, but Serena was still hurt and she hated it.
“Papa,” Jayne threw aside her doll and stood up.
Serena looked up just in time to see her daughter running towards Tywin and throw herself at him. Tywin picked her up and kissed her cheek, smiling and saying something to the little girl that Serena could not hear. Her daughter was smiling and hugged her father once more before Tywin put her on the ground and signaled for the nursemaid to get Jayne. Their daughter smiled one last time before taking the nursemaid’s hand and walking away with her. She closed the book and set it aside when her husband approached her and dismissed the guards. He sat beside her and sighed. For a few minutes, he did not say anything.
“I hated my father, he was weak and made our family the laughingstock of Westeros.” Serena looked at her husband but did not say anything. He had never talked about his father. “He loaned gold to lords, who never bothered to pay him back. His vassals openly ignored his orders and everyone mocked him in open court. He agreed to marry my sister to a Frey, simply to please Lord Frey. I was just ten name days old and I was the only one who protested the union. But my father did not care, he still allowed the marriage.”
“I am sorry.” She could not imagine what that must have felt like for Tywin.
“He allowed his mistress, who was a whore to move into our castle after my mother’s death, act as if she was mistress of the Rock, demanded obedience, and wore my mother’s jewels. She even spoke for my father when he was sick. He gave her so much power that people in Lannisport started talking and saying that any man who wished for his petition to be heard should kneel before her, for my father’s ears were between her legs.” Serena put a hand on his shoulder, wanting him to know that she was there and that she was listening. “I hated her, but I hated my father more for putting us in that situation, for making us a laughingstock and making us look weak, but I could not do anything to him because he was my father. So when he died, I punished that woman instead. I sent her naked and penniless out the front gate. For further humiliation, she was forced to walk naked through the streets of Lannisport for two weeks and to confess to every man she met that she was a thief and a whore. I threatened to punish any man who would physically hurt her, but I still humiliated her to show everyone that she no longer had any power.”
“Is that why you are weary of people and of laughter?” She needed to know what made her husband act so harshly sometimes.
“Partially,” He looked at her for a moment and she hated the pain in his eyes. The boy he had been had to grow up too fast to protect his family. “When house Tarbeck and house Reyna raised up against our family my father did nothing. He was so indecisive that he would not grant me leave to send our army against their rebellious vassals. But I did not listen and took them anyway, and I annihilated both the Tarbecks and the Reynes. Once my father was dead, I worked so hard to rebuild the fortunes and strength of my House after the very weak position my father left us in.”
“I know.” She ran her hand down his back. “I have seen how hard you always work.”
“I have always been afraid to be seen as weak and to have people talk about me or my family.”
“And that is the reason why you reacted the way you did when you received word about what happened during Littlefinger’s trial.” Now she understood a bit better why he had reacted the way he had. “Knowing that they had talked about your daughter and all the things she had done made you feel weak once more.”
“Yes, and I hated that feeling.” He turned to her and ran his fingers down the side of her face. “But I did not mean to hurt you, that is what I regret the most. I love you, Serena and you are the best part of my family. I adore how loving you are, how you always take care of all of us, and how much you love me. You are not just part of my family, but you are the most important part.”
Serena smiled, hearing how sincere he was being. She had known a bit about Tywin’s family history, but hearing him speak about his father and the way he felt about it she could now understand him a bit better. Tywin had been forced to grow up so quickly and to do horrible things to defend those he loved.
She cupped the back of his head and pulled him closer, kissing his lips. “I love you and I would never do anything that would put our family in danger.”
“I know that.” He cupped her face and gave her a small smile. “I know. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”
“So are you.” She smiled against his lips.
She was happy that he had been honest with her and finally opened himself up to her. She felt better now that she knew where his insecurities came from.
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
Tywin Lannister (50 years old.)
Jayne Lannister (3 years old.)
Chapter 29
Summary:
Jon talks to Robb and tells him the truth. Serena receives an unexpected visitor who brings her news. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 29
“I need to speak with you.” Robb frowned at his brother, not liking how nervous Jon looked. They had been working hard, making preparations for the coming war. Robb had been in his solar for the past hour writing to Serena when Jon came in. “It is important.”
“Does this have anything to do with the reason Sansa has been avoiding you?” Because he had noticed how awkward his siblings looked anytime they were near each other.
“No,” Jon flushed before shaking his head. “Well, maybe, I am not completely sure.”
“Sit down.” The last thing he needed was Jon tripping and falling, and looking at how nervous his brother was that would happen at any moment. “Tell me what happened.”
“I am not really sure how to say it.” Robb frowned, not like the tone in Jon’s voice. His brother kept looking around the room, almost like he could not look him in the eye. “I am not your brother.”
“What?” That was not what he had been expecting Jon to say. “What do you mean? Of course you are my brother, do not let my mother’s ramblings get in your head.”
“That was not what I meant.” Jon took a deep breath. “Ned Stark was not my father, he was my uncle.”
Robb just sat there and stared at his brother, because no matter what Jon said, he was his brother. He was not sure what Jon was saying and it took him a few seconds to even comprehend that he should say something.
“I am not sure what you are saying.”
“Yes, I am not saying it right. Gods, Sansa was much better at telling me.” Robb was even more confused, not sure what Sansa had to do with it. “Your father is my uncle, he took me in and hid who I really was to protect me from Robert Baratheon.”
Robb just blinked, but a pit formed in his stomach and he was not sure he wanted to hear what Jon was saying, but knowing he needed to. “So who were your parents?”
“My mother was Lyanna Stark.” Robb’s eyes widened and the pit in his stomach grew, knowing what Jon was going to say next. “And my father was Rhaegar Targaryen.”
“I am so sorry Jon,” He felt for his brother. “I cannot imagine how hard it must be for you to know what your father did to your mother.”
“He did not do anything to her, not the way you think.” Robb’s mouth snapped shut and he just gave Jon a confused look. “They both fell in love and ran away together. Rhaegar annulled his marriage to Princess Elia and married my mother before she gave birth. Uncle Ned found my mother bleeding out after giving birth. My name is not Jon, at least that is not the name my mother gave me. She named me Aegon Targaryen.”
All Robb could do was stare, not really knowing what to say. Jon was a prince, the man who had been raised as a bastard, whom his mother had been so awful to, was a prince of the seven kingdoms. He could not help but feel a bit sad and betrayed, hating that his father had lied to them for so long.
Robb’s eyes widened when another thought crossed his head. “Shit, you are the heir to the iron throne.”
“Do not say it like that.” Jon groaned and looked miserable. “I do not want that ugly chair, I do not want to go south and become king.”
Robb laughed, he could not help it. “I think you are the only man I have ever met who is upset to discover he is a prince.”
“All I have ever wanted was to be a Stark.”
Robb could hear the sincerity in Jon’s voice. “I know and you are. You have always been a Stark.”
“Thank you,” Jon gave him a small smile, but Robb could see he was still nervous. “I would prefer if you would keep this a secret.”
“Why?”
“Because I do not want people to know. What will happen if Daenerys finds out?” Robb knew the woman would not handle it well and apparently Jon knew it too. “She might take her army and dragons with her if she discovers that my claim to the throne is better than hers.”
“That is true.” They needed the woman’s army, but more than that they needed her dragons. “Wait, you are a Targaryen.”
“Yes, I have just told you that.”
“Do not be an ass.” Robb rolled his eyes, before giving his brother a smile. “What I meant was that you can also claim a dragon.”
“Have you lost your mind?” Jon looked at him like he was crazy. “I do not have the first idea of what I am supposed to do to claim one.”
“I have seen the way the green dragon acts when you are near.” It was obvious there was a connection there. “I believe you might be his rider.”
Jon made a hmm sound but did not say anything. Robb was not sure how this would change things, but as far as he was concerned Jon was still his brother and the best man to be king.
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3 weeks later.
“Princess,” Serena looked at the red cloak who gave her a small nod. “Maester Samwell Tarly is here from Winterfell and requesting an audience with you.”
“Have him enter.” Serena moved around the desk and waited for the guard to escort the man in. She could not help but smile. “Sam, it is such a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I have heard so many good things about you.”
“Thank you, your highness. Jon and King Robb speak highly of you.” The man gave the guard a nervous look, before looking back at her. “King Robb sent me to bring some people from the north and wanted me to see you before I returned.”
“You may leave us.” She knew that Sam wanted to speak to her alone and dismissed the guard immediately. “What is the matter?”
“King Robb wanted me to give you this.” The man handed her a letter. “I will wait until you read it and answer whatever questions you have.”
Serena opened the letter immediately. She knew Robb would not have sent the man personally for something minor. Even her worst fears were not as bad as the contents of the letter. The more she read the tenser she became and the more her skin paled. She had not expected this, she had never even imagined it. She had to read it twice to make sure she had not misunderstood, before looking at Sam.
“Are you aware of the contents of this letter?”
“Yes, Your Highness.” The man cleared his throat. “I was the one who found proof of this.”
“Proof?” She paled even further. “What do you mean proof?”
“I found the journal of the maester who wed Rhaegar and your aunt Lyanna.” Sam lowered his voice and moved closer to her. “Your brother Bran told us the name of the man who had been there the day your father found his sister bleeding out after giving birth to Jon. Your sister Sansa spoke to the man and corroborated the information.”
Jon had been the one stain in her father’s honor, at least that was what her mother said. When Ned Stark had arrived in Winterfell with a babe, whom he claimed as his, no one had questioned it. No one had ever doubted that her father had spoken the truth, and now it appeared that her father had spent years lying to everyone. Her aunt Lyanna had not been kidnapped and raped, she had run away with the man she loved. She had married the man and given him a son, a legitimate male son, which made her brother the rightful heir to the throne. Serena had to sit down, feeling like her food was about to make an appearance.
“No one can know about this.” Serena gave Sam a pleading look, she could not put her brother in danger and she was not sure what Tywin would do once he found out. “Not a word of this to my husband, he cannot know.”
Sam nodded and Serena still could not breathe right. She and Tywin had just fixed their relationship. Her husband had opened up to her completely after so many years, he had shown her his vulnerable side. Serena did not want to lie to her husband or keep things from him, but she also did not want to put her brother in danger. She did not know what Tywin would do if he found out that Jon was a danger to Tommen’s reign.
She walked to the fireplace and threw in the letter Robb had sent her, watching as the paper burned and hoping that no one would find out what Sam had just told her. There was also the fact that Daenerys Targaryen was in Winterfell with three dragons. What would the woman do once she discovered that Jon was the legitimate heir to the throne? She did not think being Jon’s aunt would stop the woman from killing Jon if she decided he was in the way. It was not just Tywin they had to protect Jon from, but from others who would want to kill him or use him.
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
Chapter 30
Summary:
Daenerys secret is found out and Jaime tells her a few truths. I hope you guys like it 🥰
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Chapter 30
Sansa should have known things would not go smoothly, she had received a letter and knew that every major lord had also gotten one. While Jon’s secret was still safe, Daenerys’s secret was out and no one knew who was the person responsible. The queen had gone flying with Jon, who had finally been able to ride the green dragon. Sansa was happy to see he had claimed another part of his legacy, even if people did not know who he really was. Robb knew the truth, Sansa had been able to tell even before Robb confirmed it, but it had not changed things. Her brother treated Jon with the same love and affection he always had. Sansa entered Robb’s solar without knocking and threw the paper on the table.
“Have you read this?”
“Yes, is all over the castle.” Robb pushed the paper aside. “Daenerys will not be pleased.”
“The lords are not pleased.” She could not understand how Daenerys still wanted to be queen. “She cannot have children, if she becomes queen it will throw the realm back into a civil war once she dies.”
“I understand, Sansa.” Robb stood up, he was just as tense as she was. “But for now, there is nothing I can do. If I start a fight with her she will leave, taking her army and dragons with her.”
Sansa was not happy about the situation, she understood why they needed the dragons and the men, but she had a bad feeling about the woman. At first, she had believed it was jealousy, due to her feelings towards Jon, but the more she interacted with the woman the less she liked her. Sansa had seen the look in Daenerys’s eyes before, on Joffrey and Cersei. But Daenerys was even more dangerous, she commanded three grown dragons.
The doors opened and Jon walked in, Daenerys following close behind, fury written all over her face as she threw another piece of paper on Robb’s desk and glared at him.
“What is the meaning of this?” The woman glared at Robb like he was the one to blame for everything. “How dare you have these slanders spread about your castle?”
“I was not the one who sent these letters to every lord in Westeros.” Robb’s voice was firm and he was not backing down. “But the way you are acting tells me they are not slanders. You truly cannot have children.”
“That does not matter.” The small woman snapped.
“Of course it does.” Sansa moved to stand beside her brother as she glared at Daenerys. “How can you be queen and not have an heir?”
“That is not important right now.” The woman was either stupid or just refused to acknowledge the truth. “I want to break the wheel.”
“And how exactly are you planning to do that?” The question came from Robb who did not seem impressed.
“What do you mean?” The woman frowned, not seeming to understand the question.
“You keep saying all these things, but you do not seem to follow through.” Robb crossed his arms over his chest. “How exactly do you plan to break the wheel? What are your plans once you sit on the iron throne?”
“My plan is to rule.” Sansa rolled her eyes at Daenerys answer, it was like talking to a child. “I have come to save Westeros.”
“Save Westeros from what?” Sansa asked as she looked at Daenerys. “Right now the only thing threatening Westeros is the army of the dead. Besides that we do not need saving, for the past four years the kingdom has been at peace and prospering.”
“Under a false king!” The woman snapped and Sansa could tell she was annoyed at being questioned. “The Baratheons stole the throne from my father.”
“Robert Baratheon took the throne by conquest.” Sansa was annoyed and did not want to continue having the same discussion over and over again. Sansa did not like how out of touch with everything Daenerys appeared. “If I remember my history correctly, so did your ancestors.”
“They unified the kingdoms.” Daenerys refused to understand what they were saying.
“Yes, and then when your father started a war, Robert Baratheon and my father fought to end his tyranny.” Daenerys narrowed her eyes at Robb’s words, but her brother did not stop. “Your father was mad, he enjoyed burning people alive. He killed my grandsire and my uncle, he took pleasure in people’s suffering, including your mother.”
“My mother?” Daenerys’s look was questioning and Jon’s eyes became pleading as he looked at Robb.
“Your father enjoyed raping your mother, especially after he burnt people.” Daenerys’s eyes widened and for the first time, Sansa felt something akin to pity for the woman. “If you do not believe then ask Jaime Lannister or better yet, ask your beloved Selmy, he would know.”
Daenerys did not say anything, just looked between the three of them before turning on her heel and walking away. Jon gave them both an apologetic look before following after his aunt.
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Jon walked behind Daenerys as the woman almost ran towards the great hall. At this time most of the lords were outside, helping with the war preparations. One of the maids had told them Jaime and Selby were in the great hall, having just come inside. Jon was afraid of what his aunt would do once she found out. He wanted a relationship with the small woman, even if it was not the same relationship she wanted. She was one of the few family members he had left and he did not want to be forced to kill her or watch her die by someone else’s hand. The poor woman had a very hard life, but she was not making things easier for herself.
She walked into the great hall and the two men immediately stood up and bowed. Jaime looked a bit apprehensive.
“Tell me about my father,” Daenerys demanded Selmy, who gave her a confused look. “Tell what he was like.”
“What do you mean?” Even while the man looked a bit confused, Jon could see the fear in his eyes. “We have already talked about your father.”
“Yes, you told me that he could be cruel.” Daenerys moved a bit closer to the older man. “But I believe you left some things out. I want to know about my mother.”
“Your mother?” This time the man did swallow and looked like he wanted to be anywhere else. “What about your mother?”
“Did my father rape her?” Jon could hear the pain in Daenerys’s voice.
“Yes,” It was Jaime who answered, his voice was firm but his eyes were apologetic. “Your father enjoyed burning people, it aroused him. Every time he would burn someone he would go to your mother, her screams echoed through the halls.”
“Why did no one do anything?” Daenerys turned her fury onto Jaime. “You did not protect her!”
“I tried!” Jaime snapped, not willing to take the blame for it. “Believe me, I tried to intervene and was stopped by your loyal knight Selmy.” Jaime moved closer to Daenerys, his eyes hard and Selmy tensed. “And do you know what he told me? He said that my job was to protect the king, not the queen. So I was made to stand there and listen as he raped her and cut her. Each time more violent than the last, until I was sure he would kill her.”
A tear ran down Daenerys’s face and Jon saw as she fought her emotions. Jon wanted to hug her, she was his aunt and the woman they were talking about was his grandmother. He could not imagine the pain the woman must have felt. Daenerys glared at Selmy before stomping away. Jon knew this would not be the end of it.
Jon Snow (22 years old.)
Chapter 31
Summary:
A sweet and happy chapter before things go to hell. I hope you guys like it 🥰
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Chapter 31
Serena moaned, kissing her husband and grinding her hips against him. They were in his solar and he was supposed to be working, but she had not cared about that. She had missed him and wanted to spend time with him. He had not protested too much when she had pushed his papers aside and climbed on his lap. Her hand had immediately snuck into his trousers and wrapped around his cock. Instead of protesting, he had attacked the top of her red and blue gown until her breasts were freed.
Tywin’s mouth moved down her neck and took a nipple into his mouth, her moan was louder this time as she rode him faster. She was so close to the edge, that all she needed was a small push to get her there. Her husband seemed to understand what she needed because one of his hands moved to her other breast, tugging at her nipple with his fingers as he tugged at the other one with his teeth. That was enough to send her over the edge, her channel clenching tightly around his cock as she came. Tywin pumped into her a few more times until she felt his cock thickening before he filled her with his seed.
She kissed him lazily, enjoying the moment and happy that they were together.
“I am not sure what brought this on.” He bit her bottom lip. “But if I did something to cause it then you should let me know so I can do it again.”
“I just missed you.” She pulled back a bit and fixed the top of her gown, so her breasts would not distract her husband. “I actually just came to talk to you, but you looked so tempting that I had to attack you.”
“Well, you are welcome to attack me any time.” He smiled when she laughed and kissed her again. “Now, what was it that you needed?”
“I went to see the maester.” He frowned and she could tell he was starting to worry. “I am with child.”
“You are?” His eyes widened and the beautiful smile she loved appeared on his face again. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I have been having trouble keeping food down and have been feeling really tired. I just talked to the maester who confirmed it after examining me.”
She laughed when he peppered kisses all over her face before hugging her. She had known he would be pleased, her husband loved getting her with child. Besides the fact that he adored their children, he also liked people knowing that he was not too old to fuck his wife. Every time she got with child he would walk around the castle with a swagger in his step and enjoyed showing her off. She found it amusing how proud he was of the fact that she had given him three children in four years of marriage.
“I love you,” His words made her heart jump. While Tywin had told her he loved her before, he was not someone who said those words very often.
“I love you too.”
While Serena was happy about having another child, she was worried about what was to come. They had received letters from the north, letting them know that the night king and his army were only a few days away from Winterfell. She did not know what would happen if the war was not won but knew it would not be good. Then there was Daenerys Targaryen, who according to Aryan was growing madder by the day. She knew the woman would not rest until she was sitting on the iron throne. What worried her the most about it, was the fact that Daenerys would not allow Tommen to live, and most likely would kill Tywin as well. She felt bad for even thinking it, but she was hoping the woman would die during the war, that would spare them all a lot of trouble and grief.
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Sansa sat in front of the fireplace and stared at the flames, there was something soothing about them. She had left the great hall, allowing people to celebrate their last night on earth, as some of them put it. Everyone had been drinking and laughing, but Sansa preferred to be alone, she had never been one for wine either way.
There was a soft knock at her door. “Enter.”
She was expecting one of the maids, even though she had already dismissed them for the night. As far as she knew everyone else was still in the great hall. She was surprised when Jon walked in and closed the door behind him.
“Is there a problem?” She stood up, not caring that she was only wearing her white nightgown. “I thought you would be celebrating for a while longer.”
“I do not think I should spend my time drinking the night before we are supposed to go to war.” He gave her an amused smile before looking around the room. “I never thought we all would be here again.”
“Yes, I had my doubts also.” She looked around the room also, noticing how different some things looked. “It feels different, not as happy as before.”
“No, things have changed.” Jon’s eyes were nostalgic. “Maybe once Robb and Myrcella wed and have children, things will be as happy as before.”
“Let us hope.” They stared at each other for a moment and she noticed the way his eyes moved down her body. “Was there something you needed?”
“I just wanted to talk to you.” He took a step closer. “You told me not to bother you until my feelings were clear.”
“Yes,” She was not sure she wanted to hear this.
“The thing is, I was never confused, not in the way you believed. I was attracted to you even before knowing the truth, which made me feel awful. That is why I jumped at the first chance to bed someone else, not knowing that it would be worse.” She flinched at the reminder that he had fucked the other woman but allowed him to speak. “I did not want to say anything because I was afraid that I would die and break your heart all over again. You have already suffered so much, I just could not risk breaking your heart.”
“What changed?”
“I realized I had already hurt you when you discovered what happened between Daenerys and myself.” He gave her an apologetic look. “I do love you, Sansa and I wanted you to know in case I do not live through this war.”
He gave her a small smile and turned to leave. Sansa moved fast and took his hand in hers, hating when he talked about dying.
“I do not want you to die.” She said when he turned to look at her. “We have both fought very hard to be here and I do not want to lose you. You do not have to love me or wed me, but I need you to live.”
Jon stared at her for a moment and before she guessed what he was going to do his lips were on hers. His mouth was sinful against hers, his tongue explored her mouth until she moaned. One of his hands cupped the back of her head, while the other moved around her waist pressing her body closer against his. They were both panting by the time he broke the kiss and Sansa’s body felt hot and achy. Serena had explained to her what bedding entailed, her explanation had been much better than the septas'. Her sister had told her about the pleasure she could find when bedding a man she loved and Sansa wanted that, she wanted to know what it felt like.
“If I survive this war, I will ask Robb for your hand in marriage.”
Those were Jon’s last words before he left her chambers. Sansa was still smiling when she fell asleep, she had never prayed so hard before.
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
Jon Snow (22 years old.)
Chapter 32
Summary:
Little snippets of the start of the long night. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 32
Sansa looked out at the darkness and could not help but tremble. Robb and Jon had told her she would be allowed to go to the ramparts and see what was happening, but just for a few minutes. She needed to see what was coming for them. The chill in the air was like nothing she had ever felt before, it made her feel like she would never be warm again. She looked around and saw all the people moving into their positions, readying themselves for what was coming. Archers were positioned all over the inner and outer walls. She could also see the trenches that had been dug outside the walls. Sansa looked towards the Godswood and could see some of the soldiers moving around. Bran was there and Sansa was not happy about it, but her little brother had insisted.
She wanted to see the army of the dead; wanted to have an idea of what was coming for them, but all she could see was darkness. This darkness was not normal, it had an oily feeling to it and it made chills run down her spine. The men were not on the defensive, they knew there was no need. The night king and his army would be coming for all of them.
Sansa would be staying in the great hall with some of the other women. They would be helping the wounded and helping as much as they could. She hated this, hated not knowing what would happen, hated that her family was in danger.
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“I do not like this.” Robb looked at Jon, before looking towards Bran who was sitting calmly underneath the heart tree. “He should not be here.”
“I do not like it either.” Jon looked towards Brann also. “But he was insistent, if we had not brought him then he would have found a way to get here on his own. At least this way we will be able to protect him.”
“He is using himself as bait.” Robb had not been happy when Bran had insisted on coming with them. A part of him had wanted to lock him in his chambers but somehow knew that it would not be the right thing to do. “I do not want to have to worry about him.”
“You told me once that it did not matter how old he was, we would always worry about him.”
“I truly hate it when you quote me to myself.” Jon let out a laugh. “It will be well, I have faith that you and him will survive this.”
“I do not want to do this without you.” Robb clapped his brother’s shoulders before pulling him into a hug. Jon and him would not be together during the battle, Jon would be in the air on his dragon, while Robb would be in the Godswood doing everything possible to protect Bran.
Robb heard men shouting and a dragon roaring. Jon pulled away and he knew his brother had heard it also.
“It is time,” Robb said and for a moment the words got stuck in his throat. “Farewell Snow.”
“And you Stark.”
This time there was no hug, nothing like when they had said goodbye before Jon left for the wall. Because this was it, and Robb did not want to say goodbye to his brother, at least not forever. He was hoping that at least one of them would survive this and he hoped that it would be Jon. The world needed more men like Jon, he would be an excellent king.
His brother gave him one last look before walking away quickly. Robb pulled out Ice as he went to stand near Brann, his brother just kept sitting still and utterly calm. They both watched as Rhaegal took to the sky, Jon on his back.
Robb Stark (22 years old.)
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Jon looked down as Rhaegal flew through the air. He had never imagined he would be riding a dragon one day. He tried to see if he could get a good look at the army of the dead, but it was too dark and the snow was falling really fast. Rhaegal flew a bit lower and that is when Jon saw the dead, they were moving fast and then the dead were on top of the men from the Reach. Jon guided Rhaegal toward the trench a few feet from the Reach knights.
“DRACARYS!” Heat spilled forth as Rhaegal opened his maw and the entire sky seemed to light up as Drogo followed suit.
The soldiers cheered as hundreds of the dead were burnt. He and Daenerys set all the trenches on fire. Lord Tarly gave the signal and the archers let their arrows loose. Jon and Daenerys flew side by side as their dragons continued to spew fire and take down as many of the dead as possible.
Jon kept flying around and that was when he saw the dead giants and animals. His heart jumped to his throat as wave after wave of dead people kept attacking the living. They could not be stopped, no matter how hard they tried. Jon kept looking around as he tried to find the night king. He wanted to find the night king and kill him, he did not want that thing to get any closer to Winterfell and his family.
Rhaegal flew around the castle and Jon noticed the drop in temperature. It was much colder than on the other side of the wall. It took him a few seconds to realize what was happening. The night king had made it past the walls and was heading into the Godswood. Part of the wall had fallen and the dead were swarming the living.
There was a loud roar and Rhaegal banked to the left at the last minute before the dead dragon slammed into him. Daenerys was not so lucky, the dead dragon slammed into Drogo making the black dragon spin and fall. Jon could do nothing, but watch helpless as Drogo and Daenerys fell. The black dragon righted himself at the last minute, crashing into the ground on his belly. Daenerys flew off the dragon’s back and rolled on the ground. Jon led Rhaegal down and ran to his aunt, making sure that she was well. He let out a relieved sigh when he noticed she was alive. They were in so much trouble.
Jon Snow (22 years old.)
Chapter 33
Summary:
A few more snippets about the long night. Arya makes a choice to protect her family. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 33
Jaime had not felt cold like this ever before, he felt like he would be frozen solid for the rest of his life. He could not feel his face, and his hands felt like they were frozen solid. Jaime had never been a very optimistic person, especially after everything that had happened in his life and now it was not very different. He had come to Winterfell knowing that there was a large chance that he would die, but he was fine with those odds. He had so much to make up for and he wanted to help people. For years he had been so wrapped up in Cersei that he had forgotten the reason why he wanted to be a knight, the reason he wanted to be a hero. Now was his chance to redeem himself, to prove to himself that he could be someone good, that he could do good.
He saw the dragons light up the trenches and saw the arches shoot every arrow they had towards the dead. Then the giants came, tearing down part of the wall and killing several men from the reach. Jaime was filled with horror when the dead animals made it past the walls. It was a very unsettling sight, and he felt fear like never before. Then he saw the dead dragon almost take out Jon before crashing into the black dragon, making him fall from the sky.
The dead came quickly, their force was almost overwhelming as they ran towards them.
“Do not approach.” His men stood still, their swords at the ready. “Wait for it.”
The dead continued to run towards them as they stood still, just waiting. There was no need for them to exhaust themselves. Then the dead were on top of them.
“NOW!”
They all moved as one and Jaime had to fight to keep his mind on the fight and not think about how many of his men were dying. Jaime slammed his dragon glass spear into one of the dead soldier’s chest, kicking another one as he attempted to grab him.
Jaime and his men were backed closer to one of the walls before part of the wall exploded and sent him flying through the air.
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Daenerys groaned before shaking her head and looking around. She sat up and touched the back of her head.
“We need to move.” Jon helped her stand up. “If we stay here we will die.”
Daenerys nodded her head and moved quickly, following after him. They made it past the wall, Jon killing some of the dead as they ran along. He needed to get Daenerys somewhere safe. He was moving towards the Vale knights, sure that one of them would be able to get her to the great hall. He was almost to the men when a giant slammed through the side of the wall, the hit sending him flying a few feet through the air. It took him a few minutes before he could even move.
“JON!” John Royce was on his face. “Come on,”
The man almost dragged him in the opposite direction of where he had last seen Daenerys. Jon was not sure what was happening, but he was a bit confused and could not think clearly. There was blood running down his face and he knew he had hit his head. By the time he could think clearly they were in the Godswood.
“Where is Daenerys?” His voice sounded a bit confused, but he fought past it. “She was with me.”
“She is fighting with my men.” John was giving him a questioning look. “You need to get to Robb and Brann, your brothers need you.”
Jon nodded his head, knowing that the older man was right. If they were not able to kill the night king then all of this would have been for nothing. He could not worry about Daenerys now, he needed to make sure they would all survive this.
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Arya moved quickly, making her way through the dead. She was not happy to do this but knew that there was no other choice. This would be the only way her family would live. She had seen the same thing Sansa had and knew that there was no other way. She made it to a part of the Godswood where the dead had not gotten yet. She had seen one of the Vale knights run with the dragon queen to that area. She knew the man would not stay, his only job was to get the woman to a safer location.
She found the woman still with the knight and hid behind one of the trees. The man would be coming this way sooner or later. It was not too long before the man moved closer to where Arya was. She pressed her back closer to the tree trunk as the man moved past her before slamming the hilt of the knife on the back of his head. He dropped face-first onto the ground and Arya observed him for a moment before moving around the tree until she was standing in front of the dragon queen.
“What are you doing?” Daenerys gave her a suspicious look. “Should you not be fighting?”
“Yes, I should.” Arya’s voice was calm. “But there is something important I must do first.”
“Is that why you have a knife in your hand?” She could see Daenerys was suspicious.
“I have watched you since the moment you arrived.” Arya moved a bit closer. “I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, for Jon’s sake. I knew he would be unhappy if you were to die, but I also saw the way your heart filled with hate and jealousy. I also saw the way your eyes filled with madness.”
“People have been betraying me since the moment I was born.” Daenerys’s eyes had that bit of madness in them now. “I cannot trust anyone, because, in the end, everyone will betray me. I have no other choice but to conquer the seven kingdoms and take back what belongs to my family.”
“Even if the cost for that is thousands of lives?” She was truly hoping the woman would say no.
“It does not matter how many lives I have to take,” The woman glared at her. “The iron throne belongs to me.”
Arya stood in front of Daenerys and gave the other woman a small nod. She had hoped the woman’s answer would be different.
“I am sorry.” Daenerys frowned, but before she could react Arya had buried the Valyrian steel dagger in the queen’s chest. The woman’s eyes became wide as blood ran down the corner of her mouth. “It is better that I do this, I can carry the burden.”
She had known that if Jon had been forced to kill the woman he would never be able to forgive himself. Arya, however, had no issues doing whatever was needed to protect her family. She yanked the dagger out and watched as the woman fell and took her last breath. The dragon queen was dead and now she had to make sure her family would survive.
Chapter 34
Summary:
The end of the long night, finally 😓. I hate writing battle scenes, and have a hard time describing them. I hope you guys like it anyways 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 34
Robb was not sure what happened, one moment they were all alone and then the dead were swarming them. Robb stood in front of Bran, making sure that none of the dead were able to get to him. While he was fighting he was impressed by how calm Bran was, his brother barely moved and did not seem at all bothered that he was in the middle of a battle. Another one of those creatures ran towards him, and Robb swung ice, cutting the creature in half. Then Jon was there, Robb had never been happier to see his brother in his life.
There was a loud roar and something crashed against one of the Godswood walls, sending brick and debris flying through the air. Robb covered Bran with his body, making sure he was not hit before turning around towards the noise. A giant stepped over the debris and Robb swallowed, knowing that the thing would kill most of them before he was taken down. The giant was almost on top of them when Jon’s dragon appeared. The dragon’s jaw clamped around the giant tearing it apart. The men cheered, but their happiness did not last long as they all felt the temperature drop. There was an eerie feeling in the air and then they all saw him. Robb knew the thing walking calmly towards them was the night king without anyone saying anything. Several white walkers surrounded their king and Robb knew this would not be an easy fight.
The night king looked at Robb before his eyes moved past him towards Bran. Robb did not miss the hate in the man’s eyes as he looked at his brother. Robb was not sure what the issue was between the two was, but what the night king wanted the most was to kill his little brother. The thing gave them a smile before lifting his hands. Robb saw Jon tense and knew whatever the man was doing would not be good for them. A few seconds went by and nothing happened. The night king looked around him and disbelief and Jon gave Robb a confused look. Robb was not sure what was supposed to happen, but whatever it was had not worked for some reason.
“There must always be a Stark in Winterfell.” Bran’s voice drew everyone to look at him, even the night king, as he repeated their father's words. “You were a Stark before the children of the forest made you to be their weapon. The same magic you have run through our veins, so your powers do not work here, not as long as there is a Stark alive within these walls.”
The night king was still for a few moments, and then his eyes glowed as the wind picked up speed. The man’s fury was palpable as the snow fell heavily. Robb moved to stand in front of Bran, not wanting the night king to even look at his brother. The thing turned his fury towards him, his blue eyes shining brightly. There was a growl and Grey Wind appeared, his wolf moved to stand beside him, and Ghost moved to stand beside Jon. The two brothers stood side by side, protecting Bran.
He was not sure what happened, one moment the night king was focused on them and the next he swirled around and was holding Arya by the neck, his sister’s feet were not touching the ground. Robb moved, but a white walker appeared before he could reach the night king and his sister. He swung Ice, taking off the walker's head as he continued to try and get to his sister, but the dead just kept coming. Robb was fighting a white walker when another appeared, swinging a spear toward him, but Grey Wind was there, taking the walker down before the spear could make contact. Robb ran fast, trying to save his sister only for the night king to throw Arya aside before he could get there. His sister’s body hit the tree trunk hard and she did not move again.
Fury consumed him and he swung ice again, wanting to kill the thing that had hurt his sister. His sword was blocked by the night king’s sword, the man giving him a vile smile. The night king moved pushing Robb back and swinging his sword towards him. Robb pivoted, the night king’s sword missing him by a few inches as he thrust Ice into the man’s belly and pushed him back. The night king’s eyes shone brighter and then Jon was there and he slammed Longclaw into the night king’s chest, his sword pinning the man to the heart tree.
Everything went still as the night king looked at the sword sticking out of his chest before looking towards them and then he shattered. The dead who had been fighting the soldiers, all dropped as one as everyone looked around. Robb ran to Aryan, a relieved sigh leaving his mouth when he realized she was alive. He knew that not everyone had been as lucky. They had won, but they had lost thousands of people. Now they would all have to rebuild and then there was the dragon queen to deal with.
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Sansa heard the banging of the doors as one of the maids hurried to open them. She was happy when she saw Robb and Jon standing side by side, both of them alive, but then gasped when she noticed the form in Robb’s arms. She ran to her brother and looked over her sister, relieved when she noticed her breathing.
“Lay her here.” She pointed towards one of the cots which had been brought into the great hall for the wounded. Once Arya was lying down she ran her hands over her sister’s arms, legs, and torso, wanting to make sure she had not broken anything. She continued to check Arya as she gave Robb a quick look. “What happened?”
“The night king.” Robb sat down and Sansa could see how tired her brother looked. Jon also looked exhausted. “He threw her against a tree and she hit her head.”
Sansa moved Arya’s head to the side and noticed that some of her hair was matted with blood, but the bleeding appeared to have stopped. Arya’s breathing appeared to be steady and while she was a bit pale she did not appear to be badly hurt. Sansa stood up and looked at her brother.
“It appears she was just knocked unconscious, but I will have the maester check her anyways.” She looked towards the door where people had already started arriving with the injured. “I will need one of you to have two men standing by the doors. We will have a lot of injured people and need to make sure we are organized.”
“Of course,” Robb stood up. “What do you want the men to do?”
“Any person who is not badly injured and able to walk will have to stand in the hall. I will send a few of the women to check them in a bit. The ones who are more badly injured can be sent in. I will also need some men to bring out more cots and if someone has any healing and sowing experience, we will need them also. We are going to need all the help we can get to tend to the wounded.”
“I will send as many men as I can spare.” Robb ran a hand through his hair as he looked around him. “We will also need to start coordinating the men so we can get the dead.”
“What are we going to do with so many?” Jon looked a bit overwhelmed. “There is no way we can bury them all.”
“And we will not,” Robb said sadly. “Anyone belonging to a major house will be returned to their families so they can be buried according to their customs. All the other ones will be burned as soon as possible.”
“That sounds fine.” Sansa saw Jon frown as he looked around, before turning to look at her. “Where is Daenerys?”
“I do not know.” Sansa was a bit confused as to why he believed the woman would be there. “Last I knew she was fighting with all of you.”
“She was, but then we got separated.” Jon’s eyes filled with fear. “One of the Vale knights was supposed to bring her back here.”
“Do not worry, Jon.” Robb put a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “We will look for her and make sure she is well.”
Sansa did not say anything, but she was hoping the woman was dead. If they found Daenerys alive things would not end well for them.
Chapter 35
Summary:
Sorry guys, work was brutal and I was called in to work two of the days I was supposed to be off and didn't have time to write.
Jon and Sansa talk and she gives him some info about his family. Serena finally comes clean with Tywin. I hope you guys like it 🥰
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Chapter 35
3 weeks later
Jon had not expected it would hurt so much to find his aunt had died. He barely knew the woman, but the idea of having another family member, of someone from his father’s side being there with him had made him feel better about things. Even when she had not known that they were family he had wanted to believe she was good. He had heard horrible things about the Targaryens and everything they had done, but Daenerys had been different. He heard about all the people she had saved, the slaves who loved her. She had done so many good things and he had wanted to believe that she was not affected by the Targaryens' madness. He wanted to believe her goodness had won because that meant that he would not become the monster his predecessors had been.
“You have been sitting here every day for hours.” Sansa sat beside him and looked at the fire. “I am sorry about Daenerys.”
“I know you did not like her.”
“That is true, I never did like her.” Jon looked at Sansa, hurt that she would not even pretend to make him feel better. “But I am sorry because I know what she meant to you. I know how important her being good was to you.”
“Every time I find something new about my family, all it tells me is how horrible they were.” He shook his head. “How am I supposed to fight against that kind of legacy?”
“Not everyone in your family was so awful.” Jon gave her a questioning look, not knowing what she was referring to. “King Jaehaerys I was known as the the Conciliator and the Wise. He and his wife were beloved by the people. He was king for fifty-five years and he was the one who created the first unified code of law, which codified, organized, and reformed all the laws of the kingdom. Jaehaerys also made several developments in Kings Landing, constructed drains, sewers, sinking wells and fountains, to carry the waste from the city and to provide clean drinking water for the smallfolk.”
Jon could do nothing but stare at her in bewilderment. “How do you know all of this?”
“I enjoy reading.” She gave him an amused look. “And unlike you, I enjoyed my lessons.”
“Did they teach you a lot about Jaehaerys?”
“No, but I was in Kings Landing for many years.” He knew her years in the capital had not been pleasant. “I spent a lot of time reading.”
“So Jaehaerys was not awful?”
“No, he was not.” She turned to face him fully. “He also listened to his wife, she was the one who convinced her husband to put an end to the right to the first night. She was also the one who convinced her husband to grant the new gift to the Night’s Watch.”
“They sound like good people.”
“Yes, they were.” Sansa ran a hand over his curls. “From what I have heard their sons, Prince Aemon and Prince Baelon were also good men. They just did not have a chance to be kings.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I can see how worried you are about what you will become one day.” He liked that she looked so reassuring. “You are not just a Targaryen, Jon, you are also a Stark. You were raised by one of the most honorable men I have ever known. You are more than just your name Jon, you will be a great king.”
“I do not think I want to be king.” He had never expected to inherit anything, he had been raised as a bastard. Now he was expected to take over an entire kingdom. “I do not like what sitting on that ugly chair does to people.”
“We can get you a new chair.”
Sansa’s face was so serious for a moment that Jon thought she was serious. After a few seconds, a smile overtook her face and she burst out laughing, making him laugh also. What made Sansa special was the way she had a way to make people around her feel better. He knew that he would be capable of doing anything as long as she was by his side.
Jon Snow (22 years old.)
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
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“I need to speak to you.” Serena had been nervous since finding out about Jon and she had been trying to find a way to tell her husband. She did not want to have this conversation but knew there was no other choice. “It is important and I would prefer if we could speak alone.”
Tywin looked at Kevan and gave him a nod, causing the man to stand up. Her good brother gave her a small smile before stepping out of the room and leaving her alone with Tywin. Her husband was giving her a curious look.
“Are you finally going to tell me what has been bothering you for the past moon?”
She should have known that Tywin would realize there was something wrong. He had always been very smart and known her well, she should have known he would realize she was hiding something from him.
“I received some news before the war and I was not sure how to tell you.” She moved closer to his desk. “I know this is not something that will please you, but I do not want to lie to you. I love you and I am hoping that you will not make me regret trusting you.”
“What is it, Serena?” He now looked worried.
“Jon is not who we thought he was, he is not my father’s son.” Tywin looked shocked and Serena kept talking, afraid she would back out if she stopped now. “He is my aunt Lyanna’s son?”
“Lyanna?” Tywin looked a bit confused before his eyes widened. “He is Rhaegar Targaryen’s son.”
“Yes, my father lied to keep him safe from Robert.”
“I can understand that.” Tywin looked a bit confused. “But keep it a secret after Robert’s death.”
“Because it was just not about Jon being Lyanna’s son. My aunt was not kidnapped by Rhaegar, they were in love and ran away together.” Serena sat down and took another deep breath. “Rhaegar annulled his marriage to Elia Martell and married my aunt in secret before Jon was born. There is proof of their marriage and of Jon’s birth.”
“Jon is the rightful heir to the iron throne.” Tywin just sat there for a few minutes without saying anything. “Why did you not tell me before?”
“Because I know how you sometimes react when you feel threatened.” He narrowed his eyes and she shook her head, not wanting him to misunderstand him. “I know where your need to protect us comes from and I do not blame you for wanting to keep us all safe, but Jon is my brother. He is an honorable man and he will be a great king.”
“Tommen is king.”
“Tywin, I love Tommen, you know that and he is an amazing man, but he is a bastard.” Tywin’s look hardened. “Everybody knows that and that is why there have been so many issues with the lords.” Tywin still did not look happy. “There is also the fact that Tommen does not want to be king. He has never wanted the throne, all he wants is to be a knight. He spends more time in the training yard than on the throne. He does not want this Tywin and you are aware of it.”
Tywin had known that Tommen did not want to be king, which was why Tommen had no trouble allowing Tywin to rule on his behalf. Tywin had tried to get his grandson involved, but the boy was not interested and Serena knew it would not be too long before everyone discovered that Jon was a prince. She did not want another war to break out and put all of them in danger once more. She was tired of the fighting and of the people she loved being put in danger and dying. She did not want to fight any longer, all she wanted was for them to be at peace and to enjoy their love.
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
Tywin Lannister (50 years old.)
Chapter 36
Summary:
Tywin finally makes a decision about Jon. I hope you guys like it 🥰
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Chapter 36
3 days later
Serena smiled and hugged Jaime, happy that he was back. Even while Tywin did not show it she had seen how worried he was. His face had relaxed the moment he received the letter from Jaime letting him know that the war had been won and he was doing well. Things had been a bit strange since Serena had told her husband about Jon, she was hoping she had not made a mistake in telling him. They had barely spoken in the past three days and Serena hated it, she did not like being at odds with her husband.
“How have you been?” Jaime gave her a small smile. “I can tell you are sad about something.”
“It is nothing.” She did not want to be the one to tell him about Jon, she was hoping that Tywin would come to a decision soon. “Just some things between your father and I.”
“Is this about Jon?” Serena gave him a surprise look. “I know about it, my father told me last night.”
“Great, I was hoping he would keep it to himself for a bit longer.” She was sure he would have kept it secret. “I cannot believe he told you.”
“He had some questions, he wanted to know what I remembered about Rhaegar, especially during the time right before the war started.” Jaime let out a sigh. “Rhaegar was a better man than his father, but he still had a lot of flaws. Fortunately for you and the rest of us, Jon only inherited Rhaegar’s best characteristics. The fact that he is also a Stark tipped the scales in his favor. He will be a great king.”
“What are the chances that your father is going to allow that to happen?”
“You have not given yourself enough credit.” Serena frowned, but Jaime just smiled. “You have not noticed how much you have changed my father, but everybody else has. He is a different man because of you, he actually listens to people’s opinions and he is warm, well warmer than he was before. I have seen him with your children and he acts like the father I always wanted.”
“Yes, but that is much different than him agreeing to give up the throne.” She knew that Tywin was a different man than the one she married, but he was not that much different than he would just agree to give up the throne. “Your father fought too hard to get his blood on the throne. There is no way he would just allow my brother to take over.”
“You might be surprised. Myrcella will be queen in the north and if my father is so insistent on his blood being on the throne then you can betroth one of your children to the future king.”
Even with all of that Serena was not sure Tywin would just release his grip on the throne. She wanted to make sure her husband would not try and kill her brother.
Serena Stark (20 years old.)
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“Grandsire.” Tommen entered his solar and sat down across from him. “I was told you wished to speak to me.”
“Yes,” Tywin was hoping Tommen would tell him what he wanted to hear. “There have been some developments that we need to speak about. But the first thing I need to know is if you wish to be king.”
“Why?” Tommen frowned.
“Because you show no interest in your duties.” Tywin did not want to be harsh, but the fact that his three oldest children and his eldest grandson had been massive disappointments, he was hoping that Tommen would be different, but so far he had done nothing to prove him wrong. “You do not want to go to your lessons, you do not want to hear petitions, and when I try to speak to you about the kingdom you do not even want to listen to me. Now, I need you to answer me honestly. Do you wish to be king?”
“Does it matter?” For the first time, Tommen looked at him straight in the eyes. “There is no one else, I will have to be king no matter what my wishes are.”
“That is not what I asked.” Tywin made sure his voice was a bit more gentle this time around. “Do you wish to be king?”
“No, I have never wanted to throne.” Tommen let out a sigh and his shoulders seemed to relax immediately, like he had been carrying a great weight for a long time. “I want to be a knight and go on adventures. I hate that I am being kept here by duty and obligations. I am not stupid, I know I do not have what is needed to be a good king.”
“Tommen, there might be someone else.” It hurt Tywin to admit it, but he was not going to spend the rest of his life taking care of something that was not his. He wanted to return home. He wanted his children to grow up in Casterly Rock. He wanted to spend time with his wife and not put so much stress on her. Serena was with child again and he wanted to be more present, he did not want to be an absent father once more. “There is someone else who can be king. If you truly wish to be away from all of this then I will make sure is done.”
“Truly?” Tommen’s eyes were wide, but Tywin had never seen him look so happy and hopeful. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I will make sure to send him a raven and ask him to travel south to meet with you.” His grandson nodded his head. “I have made many mistakes and hurt the people I loved, but I do not wish to force you to do something you do not want to do, or for you to spend the rest of your life being miserable.”
Tywin had seen what forcing his family to do things they did not want to had done in the past. Cersei was still a prisoner and had lost her mind, Jaime was finding more and more reasons not to spend time in Kings Landing and his grandchildren were quiet and introverted. Tywin was happy for the first time in his life and he did not want his family to be miserable.
Tywin Lannister (50 years old.)
Chapter 37
Summary:
Serena and Tywin spend some time together. Sansa and Jon travel with some of their family members. I hope you guys like it 🥰
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Chapter 37
2 months later
Serena lay on the bed, her leg thrown over her husband’s waist as they kissed lazily. She wasn’t sure what had happened to Tywin or what made him change his mind, but since he made the decision to pass the throne peacefully to Jon he had been much more relaxed. It was like a large weight had been lifted off of him. While he was still running the kingdom and making sure things continued as they had been, he had also sent a letter to Jon inviting him to Kings Landing. Her brother had been a bit apprehensive, but he had accepted the invitation. Robb, Rickon, and Sansa would be traveling to Kings Landing with Jon. Tywin had been talking about Casterly Rock since Tommen decided he did not want to be king and Serena was looking forward to seeing the rock for herself.
“We could stay here all day.” She smiled as her husband, who had never tried to get out of working a day in his life attempted to convince her that they should stay in bed all day. “Just the two of us, I am very fond of how you look right now.”
“I am nude.” Serena’s look was amused as her gaze ran down his body. “And so are you. We cannot stay in bed, fucking all day.”
“Why not?” He nipped her chin before running his tongue over the bite. “You are enjoying yourself and so am I.”
“Yes, but we have duties.” She moaned when he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. Her breasts had become more sensitive during her pregnancy and it only took a few moments of him paying attention to them before she was ready to give in to whatever he wanted. Her voice was whiny. “That is not fair.”
“You being so fucking beautiful is not fair and you do not hear me complaining.” His mouth moved to her other breast and he ran one of his hands over her swollen belly. He seemed obsessed with it. “I think staying here is our best option.”
The hand that had been caressing her belly moved between her legs and all her arguments died. One long finger entered her and he dragged his teeth over her nipple, making her cry out. She felt his smile against her skin and would make him pay for it later, but for now, she was feeling too good to care. Tywin added a second finger, his hand picking up speed as she moved her hips against his hand. There was a knock on the door, but it sounded far away. Her husband’s fingers slowed down and Serena whined, she would kill him and whoever was knocking if he did not give her some relief. Tywin’s mouth closed over hers, his fingers picking up speed and his thumb circled her clit. It took less than a minute before she was soaring and her channel clenched around her husband’s fingers, her cries were swallowed by his mouth.
The pleasant fogginess she was feeling was rudely pushed away when the knocking on the door became even more insistent. Tywin cursed, annoyed at being interrupted, before pulling away from her and getting dressed quickly. Serena followed suit, not wanting to be naked if there were any issues. She had barely thrown her blue nightgown over her head when Tywin yanked open the door, glaring at whoever was on the other side of the door.
“What in all the seven hells do you want?” Serena approached her husband and gave an apologetic look to the poor knight on the other side of the door who had paled. “It better be good.”
“I am sorry, my lord.” The knight bowed so low his forehead almost touched the ground. “Ser Jaime sent me, there is a problem with Queen Cersei.”
Tywin let out an annoyed sigh and gestured for the man to leave. The poor knight almost ran out of there before Tywin could even close the door.
“I told you we could not stay in bed all day.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and raised herself on the tip of her toes, kissing his mouth softly. “It was a good idea, but until Jon becomes king you are stuck running the kingdom and I have to make sure everything is ready for my sibling’s arrival.”
Tywin’s hand cupped her face as he kissed her deeply and apologetically. He felt bad that they could not spend much time together and while Serena appreciated that he wanted to be with her, for now, they both had work to do.
Serena Stark (20 years old. 5 months pregnant.)
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“You do not have to be so nervous.” Sansa gave Jon an amused look. “Tywin is not as awful as you have heard. I know you spent a few days with him in Kings Landing, but he is a fair and just man once you get to know him.”
“Those are two words I never thought I would hear associated with Tywin Lannister.” Jon let out a laugh. “But I guess he is not so bad.”
They were almost in Kings Landing and Sansa was excited to see her sister, nephews, and niece once more. They had all been surprised when two ravens arrived from Kings Landing, one of the ravens was from Serena, letting them know that Tywin knew the truth about Jon. The second raven had been from Tywin himself, telling Jon that he knew about him and inviting him to Kings Landing. Tywin’s raven said that King Tommen was anxious to meet with the true heir to the iron throne. After they had all talked about it, it had been decided they would make the journey. Robb had refused to allow Jon to travel to Kings Landing on his own and Sansa also refused to stay behind. Jon had asked Robb for her hand in marriage, which had shocked their brother, but after a few days, he accepted happily.
Sansa had never been happier, she was betrothed to a good man whom she loved. The idea of being queen scared her a little, which also amused her, because years before she had been so keen on marrying a prince and being queen one day. But she did not want to be like her predecessors, she wanted to be a good queen. They had decided that Jon would not travel on dragon back, not wanting Kings Landing to believe they were under attack. Jon had been on horseback for most of the trip, but Sansa had pointed out that maybe he should enter Kings Landing in the wheelhouse since most people now knew who he was and they did not want to cause a mob to form. Once Tywin found out and the decision to turn over the throne had been made, ravens were sent all over the kingdom, letting everyone know who Jon truly was.
Jon’s hand covered hers and Sansa was startled, looking down at their joined hands before looking at Jon.
“I am happy you are here with me.” His smile was gentle. “I would not be able to do this without you.”
“I am happy to be here.” She ran a hand over his curls. “And in a short while, I will be your wife.”
“Yes,” He moved his head until their mouths were a breath apart. “That is the best part of all of this.”
The kiss was sweet and passionate, making her blood heat inside her body. She knew he spoke the truth, Jon did not care about the kingdom as long as he could have her. He would have been happy to stay in Winterfell, but Robb had made him see how needed he was. While Jon would become king, the North would still remain independent and Robb would still be king. Jon had said he had no interest in taking back what the North had fought so hard for.
Sansa knew Jon would be the best king the world had seen in hundreds of years, and she could not wait to be his wife.
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
Jon Snow (22 years old.)
Chapter 38
Summary:
We get little snippets of how things are going since the Starks arrived in Kings Landing. I hope you guys like it 🥰
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Chapter 38
Serena hugged Rickon and kissed the top of his head, before kissing his cheeks. There were tears running down her face as she hugged her little brother. She had believed he was dead for so long that she could not believe he was there. She had been so happy when she received Sansa’s letter telling her that her brothers and sister were alive years before, but seeing him was something completely different. Tywin was standing near her, with a worried look on his face. It was always the same while she was with child, he hovered. She paid no attention to him as she continued to hug her brother.
“I think I am jealous.” Robb gave her a mocking hurt look before looking at Jon. “Was she that happy when she saw us for the first time after so many years?”
“I do not believe so.” Jon pretended to think. “She did not hug us half as long. We now know who her favorite is. Aryan and Bran will be so hurt.”
“No, they will not.” Serena’s voice was indignant as she glared at her brothers. “I love you all the same, but you are both men and Rickon is a little boy.”
“I will be big soon.” Her little brother took a step back and puffed up his chest. “I will be a great knight one day and help Robb protect the North.”
“Who are you going to protect the North for?” Jon glared at Rickon and ruffled his curls. “I will be the king, do you think I will attack my brother?”
“Of course not.” Rickon was quick to shake his head. “But there must be something to protect Robb from, or else things will get boring very quickly.”
They all laughed at Rickon’s words, happy that her brother still acted like a child. Serena had been worried that the war and everything that happened had changed her brother, but it appears Rickon was unscathed. He was the same lovable and happy boy he had been before. She was glad that she had been able to see him once more. She was happy that most of her family was together once more.
Serena Stark (20 years old, 5 months pregnant.)
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Myrcella was happy to be able to see Robb again. She had only seen him for a few minutes and her whole family was around them, but she had been able to reassure herself that he was well and had not been hurt during the war. Sansa had reassured her in letters that Robb was well and had not been hurt, but it made it more real to see it for herself. After they welcomed the Starks, she took the children and kept them company so Serena could have some time with her siblings. The children had been excited to see their aunt and uncles again, but they had been happy while Myrcella kept them entertained.
She had left them with the nursemaids, knowing that her grandsire would not be pleased if she was late for supper. He was not a man who enjoyed tardiness, especially when his wife was with child and according to him needed to eat more. Myrcella had made sure her maids would have her bath ready and she would be very quick. Maybe her grandsire would allow her to take a walk in the gardens with Robb. She wished to speak to him and see how he was doing with everything that was happening.
She was walking past one of the narrower halls when a hand clamped over her mouth and she was pushed against one of the walls. Her eyes widened and she felt fear coursed through her body when Robb’s smiling face appeared. He removed his hand and gave her an apologetic look.
“You gave me a fright.” Her heart slowed down a bit, making it easier to breathe. “I thought you were with Serena.”
“I was, but I wanted to see you.” He moved closer and her heart started beating faster, for a whole different reason than before. “I have missed you.”
“I missed you as well.” Her face flushed at the way he was looking at her and she forced herself to stand still and not faint like a silly girl. “I am glad you are well.”
“Thank you.” He ran a finger over the side of her face and she shivered. She enjoyed the way Robb looked at her, the way he touched her, and the way he made her feel. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. “Can I kiss you, Myrcella?”
She nodded her head, there was no way she would tell him no. She had been thinking about his kiss since he left and could not wait to see if a second kiss would feel the same. His lips touched hers, soft and searching, almost like he was testing her, making sure she would not pull away. She opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to explore and play. His arms became steel bands as he pressed her harder against the wall, the kiss hardening. She moaned against his mouth, her body coming awake as they explored each other. Robb sucked her tongue into his mouth, his hands threading into her hair as he seemed to want to consume her. If this was what it felt like when he kissed her, she wondered what it would be like once he bedded her.
There was the sound of someone clearing their throat, Robb immediately broke the kiss and looked to the side. Myrcella’s eyes widened when she saw her grandsire standing there, glaring at them.
“Your grace,” Tywin’s voice promised pain and Myrcella swallowed. “I would thank you for taking your hands off my granddaughter.” Robb released her and took a step back while Myrcella flushed, her face even redder than her gown. She could feel how swollen her lips were and everyone who came in contact with her would know she had been kissed. “In case you have forgotten, you two are not wed yet.”
“I apologize, Lord Tywin.” Robb cleared his throat. “This is all my doing, I accosted Princess Myrcella and kissed her.”
“That is not true.” Myrcella protested, at least not all of it was true. “He asked my permission before kissing me and I said yes.”
“Myrcella, return to your chambers.” Her grandsire did not stop glaring at Robb. “I think I need to speak to the king in the North.”
She gave Robb an apologetic look, not wanting to leave him alone with the other man but knowing she did not have a choice. She dipped into a curtsy before walking away quickly. There was no way her grandsire would allow her to take a walk with Robb now.
Myrcella Baratheon (15 years old.)
Robb Stark (22 years old.)
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5 days letter.
“They want us to marry in a sennight.” Sansa gave Serena a worried look. “Lord Tywin said it is best if we are wed before the coronation, that way we can both be crowned together.”
“I believe that is a good idea.” Serena smiled at her sister before frowning. “Why do you look so worried?”
“There are so many things that we still do not know.” Sansa bit her lip. “Jon is worried about ruling and to add the pressure of a new marriage on top of that. How are we supposed to know what to do? He will need a small council, with people we can trust, but he does not trust that many people in Kings Landing.”
“Sansa, you need to breathe.” She took her sister’s hand and squeezed it gently. “Everything will work out well, Jon knows more than he believes and we are not just going to abandon the both of you. Tywin will make sure to let him know who he can trust and we will stay for a moon after the coronation.”
Things had progressed quickly since her siblings arrived. Jon spent several hours a day with Tywin and her poor brother looked paler and paler every time he walked out. She knew how much information was being thrown at Jon, but he would need to learn quickly. Tywin wanted to return to Casterly Rock before their babe was born and Serena wanted that also. She was tired of the capital and wanted to be somewhere a bit more peaceful where her husband would not have to work so hard and would be able to spend more time with her and their children.
“Why can you not stay?” Sansa gave her a pleading look. “Tywin has been an excellent hand for Tommen and even Joffrey before that. He could do the same for Jon, all his experience will be very beneficial for the both of us.”
“Sansa, Tywin is tired. He has been working since before he was even a man. He needs to spend time with his family and to relax.” She gave her sister an apologetic look. “Is not like we will not see each other ever again and Tywin will give Jon several recommendations on who can be his hand. If you have any doubts or any issues you can write me any time and I will answer promptly.”
“I wish you could stay.”
“I know, I wish I could stay also.” She kissed the top of Sansa’s head. “But my place is with my husband and my family.” She ran a hand over Sansa’s head. “I did everything I could to protect you, but you do not need my protection any longer. You are finally safe and will be wed to a man who adores you. You will make this place your own and replace the bad memories with good ones.”
“I know.” Sansa’s look became apologetic. “I know I cannot ask more of you, you already sacrificed so much for me.”
“Everything I did, I would do it again.” Things were very different now than how they had been before. They were not scared little girls any longer. “But you do not need me anymore. You can stand on your own now.”
Her sister would be the queen of Westeros, well, part of Westeros. Sansa had overcome so much and she was finally getting the happiness she deserved. While Serena's marriage had started as a political alliance, something she could use to protect her sister and herself, it had changed. Serena loved her husband and wanted to be with him and their children. Her sister would be fine, her whole family would be fine.
Serena Stark
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
Chapter 39
Summary:
More snippets. Jon and Sansa are crowned. Sansa makes a decision and Serena and Tywin leave for Casterly Rock. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 39
Serena Stark (20 years old. 6 months pregnant.)
Tywin Lannister (50 years old.)
1 month later
Serena smiled and clapped with the rest of the guests as Sansa and Jon made their entrance. They had been crowned as king and queen that day, but Jon had already left his crown behind. She had seen how uncomfortable her brother had been the moment the crown had been placed on his head. She had been surprised when he had not taken it off immediately. Jon did not need a crown for people to know he was king, he moved around with authority. Her sister was another story, she looked like a powerful queen but was comfortable with a crown on her head. She was wearing a red gown, it was embroidered with gold thread. Most people saw the color red and immediately thought of House Lannister, but the colors of House Targaryen were red and black. No one was able to tell how nervous Jon and Sansa were.
Jon had been crowned as king Aegon Targaryen, his way of honoring his mother, she was the one who named him after all. Her brother’s feelings for his real father were a bit more complicated. Jon and Sansa took their seats at the center of the main table and everyone followed suit. Tywin and Serena had been placed on the table next to the king and queen since Tywin was still the hand. Robb was also sitting at the main table, it was a sign of respect since he was a king in his own right and the brother of the new queen. Myrcella and Tommen were sitting with them also. Myrcella because she was the granddaughter of the hand and the king in the north’s betrothed.
“Things have been going very well.” Tywin’s voice was low, for her ears only. “Hopefully once the festivities are over we will be able to get back to business.”
“For someone who is so rich and powerful, you truly do not know how to enjoy yourself.” Serena was amused by how much her husband hated frivolities. “It is only one feast and you can go back to work in the morning.”
“I do know how to enjoy myself, wife.” His voice was even lower and he moved his head closer to hers. “It mostly involves you being naked.”
There was a choking sound from Serena’s right and she looked to see Jaime slam down his cup and glare at his father. “I do not need to know what you and your wife enjoy doing in the privacy of your chambers.”
“It is not always in our chambers,” Tywin said with an amused smile on his face.
Jaime’s face reddened and he looked like he would be sick. “I think is time I talk to other guests.”
Jaime left the table with one last glare to his father. Serena chuckled and shook her head, looking at her husband.
“You should not tease your son that way.” She looked around the room and gestured discretely towards the Tyrells. “They are upset about Sansa and Jon’s wedding, Margaery lost another chance at being queen.”
“I have already spoken to Jon about keeping them far away from court.” Tywin ran a hand over her belly, making her smile. She had chosen a blue and gold gown, which made her belly appear smaller than it actually was. She was proud of being with child, but she wanted to enjoy herself without people asking her about how she was doing over and over again. “In a few weeks, we will be traveling to the Rock. You will love it there and so will our children.”
“Are Jaime and Tyrion coming with us?” Tywin had not mentioned his children once.
“No, Jon will offer them positions in the small council.” That surprised Serena a bit because she had not heard anything about it. “They do not know, so do not tell them. Jon wants to ask them himself.”
Serena nodded, knowing that Jaime and Tyrion would accept. Jaime wanted to stay near Cersei and Tyrion wanted something meaningful to do. She was hoping they would find a bit of happiness.
Jon Snow (22 years old.)
Sansa Stark (18 years old.)
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2 weeks later.
Sansa waited thirty minutes after the wine had been delivered before walking into the chambers that had served as Cersei’s prison for the last few years. The woman had been like a monster in her nightmares for years, one of the people who had tortured her and her sister. Sansa had been wanting to do this for a long time but decided to wait until a more opportune time.
“Ah, the queen is here.” The woman gave her a mocking bow. “It is an honor to receive you in my chambers, your grace.”
“I would say is a pleasure to be here, but I would be lying.” Sansa moved around the room, touching a few trinkets before turning to look at Cersei. She smiled when she noticed half the wine mug was already gone. “I see your drinking has not gotten any better.”
“There is not much else to do.” Cersei shrugged before emptying the bit of wine left in her cup. “I have to pass the time somehow.”
“Yes, I imagine it is hard for you. All the people you killed all the lies you told and it was all for nothing.” Cersei glared at her before pouring herself more wine. “In the end, one of your sons is dead and the other one gave up the throne. Now your daughter will be married to a Stark, your father is married to a Stark, the future lord of Casterly Rock will also be part Stark and two Starks took the throne. After all you did to get rid of my family and nothing worked.”
“I will be getting out.” Cersei’s voice was slurred and she appeared to be having trouble focusing her thoughts. “Once I…”
“You will not be doing anything and you will not be getting out of here.” Sansa took the wine mug and walked to the fireplace. Her eyes did not move away from the woman as she emptied the wine. “There is no way I was going to allow your father to take you to Casterly Rock, where you would have a chance to hurt my sister, niece, and nephews.”
Tywin had asked Jon to allow him to take Cersei to Casterly Rock with him. Jon had allowed it and while Sansa had not said anything, she had known she could not allow it. Serena had sacrificed much to protect her and now it was her turn. She used some of the water Cersei had in her room to wash the mug and the cup Cersei had been drinking out of. She refilled the wine mug to about half with the wine she brought with her. Cersei lay on the ground, dead and Sansa wished she could say it saddened her to have taken a life, but all she could feel was relief. Cersei had hurt her family and was the reason her father was dead. Sansa looked at her once last time before leaving the chambers, making sure that she was not seen.
Sansa Stark
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1 week later
“I hope your travels are pleasant.” Myrcella hugged her and kissed her cheek. “Please write to me as soon as you arrive at Casterly Rock and also once you give birth.”
“Do not worry, I will send news soon.” Serena touched the tips of Myrcella’s hair, she was worried about the girl. “How are you?”
It had been a sennight since Cersei had been found dead in her chambers. They still did not know how she had died. Jaime had become almost unhinged, yelling that his sister had been poisoned. The wine in her chambers had been tested, but nothing had been found, there had been no proof of wrongdoing. Myrcella had been sad, but she did not look heartbroken. Serena had been worried about Myrcella since then, but the girl had not spoken much about it.
“I am fine.” Myrcella gave her a small smile. “You do not have to worry about me. I am well and I am happy that I can stay with Sansa for a few moons.”
Sansa had asked Tywin to allow Myrcella to stay with her before she had to travel North to marry Robb. Tywin had allowed it and only Tommen and their children would be leaving with them. Tyrion had been made hand of the king and Jaime was lord commander of the Kingsguard. Tywin was not happy that his son still refused to leave the kingsguard.
Serena wished things between her husband and his two oldest children would change, but she was not sure what could happen that would change things between them. She was hoping that their being away for a while would be good for them.
Serena Stark
Myrcella Baratheon (15 years old.)
Chapter 40
Summary:
Ok guys, this is the end. Thank you so much for all who have read this story.
We meet Tywin and Serena's new baby. Jaime gets the shock of his life. I hope you guys like it 🥰
Chapter Text
Chapter 40
3 months later
Serena ran a finger over her daughter’s cheek and smiled when the little girl pursed her lips. The birth had been hard, but it had not taken as long as her last one. The midwife had insisted she would need to rest for at least a few days and had the maester check the babe. Serena had not stopped smiling since her daughter had been placed in her arms. Tywin had brought Jayse, Tion, and Jayne to meet their new sister. The children were excited about the new babe and they had all suggested names for her.
The doors opened and Tywin entered with a cup in his hands. He gave her a small smile as he moved closer and placed the cup on the small table beside the bed.
“The maester said you should drink something.” He took their daughter from her and pressed her against his chest. “I brought you some pomegranate juice, it will be good for you.”
“Thank you.” She grabbed the cup and took a small sip, smiling at the image Tywin made while holding their daughter. “We should name her, she needs a name.”
“What do you wish to name her?”
“I thought you would want to pick the name.”
“I have named our three children.” Tywin sat beside her and kissed the top of the babe’s head. “I think is only fair you name this one.”
“Thank you.” She watched as the babe moved, before settling against Tywin’s chest. The little girl appeared happy to be in her father’s arms. “I like the name Jocelyn.”
“I think that is an excellent name.” Tywin leaned forward and kissed her softly, before kissing their daughter’s forehead. “Jocelyn Lannister sounds very good.”
Serena had already written to her sister, brothers, and Myrcella, letting them know about her daughter’s birth and that everything was well with both of them. Myrcella would be leaving for the North in two moons and the girl was very excited. Serena was happy, her family was finally at peace and everything was going well for them. She had never been so happy before.
Serena Stark (21 years old.)
Tywin Lannister (51 years old.)
Jocelyn Lannister (Newborn.)
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1 month later.
Jaime pulled at his tunic and tried not to grimace, he hated the heat in Dorne. He did not even know why Jon had thought it would be a good idea to send him to Dorne, no one there liked him. He could not blame the Martells for their hatred for him, they blamed his father for Princess Elia and her children’s deaths.
“Ser Jaime.” Oberyn Martell gave him a mocking look. “I am surprised King Aegon sent you instead of coming himself.”
“The king is busy.” Jaime gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to snap at the man.
“My brother made it clear in the letter that we had something important to discuss.” Oberyn’s eyes became hostile and Jaime tensed.
“Oberyn!” Doran Martell appeared, a guard pushing the chair he was sitting on. The man looked much older than the last time Jaime had seen him. There was also a shadow of pain on his face. “Ser Jaime has had a long journey, we should allow him to rest.”
“Prince Doran.” Jaime bowed, the smile on his face was a bit more genuine. “I apologize on behalf of King Aegon, he is busy and since the queen is with child he does not wish to leave her alone.”
“Of course, I understand.” Doran looked and nodded to one of the servants standing to the side. “Please, take Ser Jaime to his chambers and make sure he has everything he needs.”
The servant nodded before leading him to large chambers. They were beautifully decorated and very luxurious, there were glass double doors leading to the gardens. The servant gave him a small bow before leaving him alone. Jaime sighed once he was alone, moved over to the balcony doors, and opened them, allowing in a small breeze. If it was that hot at night he could not imagine how it would be during the day.
Jon had received a letter from Doran Martell a few weeks before, letting him know that there was something extremely important they needed to discuss. The news had come a few days after Jon and Sansa found out that she was with child. Sansa was having a hard time keeping food down and Jon was beside himself with worry. Tyrion had advised Jon to attend Doran’s request and that if he could not go to Dorne himself, then he should send someone in his place. Jon had been afraid the Martells would do something to Tyrion so he had sent Jaime, who at least was able to defend himself. Jaime was hoping to speak to Doran in the morning and find out what the news was. If luck was on his side he would be returning to Kings Landing in a few days.
Something moved in the gardens and Jaime’s eyes narrowed. A figure moved through the gardens dressed in gold. He believed it was a woman, there was a long gold veil covering her head. Even from afar, he could see that the clothing was richly made. Jaime stepped out, walking a bit closer and trying to get a better look. As far as he knew Oberyn’s daughters were not in Sunspear, they were traveling. Ellaria had been with Oberyn so it was not her either. A stick snapped under his foot and the figure stopped before turning to face him.
The woman was beautiful and a Martell, he could tell by just looking at her. She had olive skin, dark eyes, and long black hair, she looked familiar, but Jaime could not place her. She had refined features with sharp cheekbones. He moved even closer, trying to place where he had seen her before. There was something about her, something that made him think that he had met her before.
“Ser Jaime.” Her voice was warm and inviting. “I am surprised to see you here, I did not think you would be the one to come.”
“I am sorry.” What was it about her? “Have we met?”
“Yes, many years ago.”
She gave him a small smile and he sucked in a breath. Recognition hit him and he took a step back. Something in his chest tightened and he had to take deep breaths or he would faint. Guilt overwhelmed him, almost bringing him to his knees.
“Princess Rhaenys.” His voice was choked and he bowed, even if it was a bit awkward. “What…How…”
“I was hoping my brother would be the one to come.” Her smile remained the same, she did not seem to be having the same issues speaking as he did. “I wish to meet him.”
Jaime could not believe his eyes, Rhaenys Targaryen was in front of him, alive and well. The last time he had seen her she was three and now she was a woman. Everyone had believed for years that she was dead. He was not sure how she had survived, but right now he was so thankful she had.
Rhaenys Targaryen (24 years old.)
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